Dawny’s Journal

Dictated Monday 7/7:

Arghhh… 16 hours!  16 hours, you hear that?  Mom thinks I can’t count but I sure enough can, and I let her know FAITHFULLY (like a good dog) every two hours that it was time to stretch our legs and pee on a few rocks and bushes.  Anyhow, we are finally here.  Wherever “here” is.

More importantly, the few things we have left–admittedly, the most important things, like food and cookies and toys (only 8 tennis balls–I must have left 20 good ones back in our big-house yard) are now loaded into this HUGE doggie-mover that Mom says is our new house.  I think I must have peed on, like, six wheels!

It seems to have everything we had in our big-yard house that we left.  A kitchen (yay! pans to lick!), a bed (wish it was mine), a Mom bathroom (I still don’t get that whole process–what is wrong with the grass?).  It even has an outside shower for my baths.  Sheesh, thanks Mom.

I sure hope Mom settles down now.  I swear I thought she had gone stark raving mad there for awhile–getting rid of, well, our whole house.  Bopping around in our little doggie-mover and living in what she called our hotel-house for 9 days (I kept count).  I gotta admit, though, we had some great walks, walks like we haven’t had together in years.  Poor thing had a case of fear-based depression or something.  She says I used to have a case of fear-based aggression.  I guess that’s one reason we understand each other so well.

Ah well, that seems to have blown over as the world has flown by our windows for–did I tell you?–16 hours!  Sheesh, she’s calling me Road Doggie now since I’m so awesome at this.

Dictated Saturday 7/12:

Well, I’ll be darned.  Mom took the annoying little bell off of the kitchen blinds.  I suppose the little ringing sound it made as we rolled down the road wasn’t worth it to her.  She seemed sorta wistful for something called gypsy caravans at the time.  I understand way more than she thinks, but some things will never make sense.

All I know right now (and right now is all that counts) is that I would love to burn this harness.   But I guess Mom’s right that it is good for all these walks.  I sure wish she could walk faster, though.  Hmmm, I DO have twice as many legs as her, so I should give her a break.  She always teases me about my “lack of opposable thumbs,” as she puts it.  I say, who needs ’em?  Just give me enough time and I KNOW I can open that doorknob with my mouth!  Ah well, it all seems to even out and we make a good team out of it.

I saw a new critter today.  Mom called it a chipmunk.  She made me stay back and just look at it until it ran off into the woods.  What a waste of a perfect bite-sized varmint!  Then we saw some deer.  I’ve seen those before at my big-house yard, where I could bark at them to my heart’s content.  Mom seems to think it’s important we stay quieter now as we move to different places and see different things and critters.  Something to do with respect and sharing territory.  Whatever.  I am not one to argue.  Honest.

The hardest part is not barking at other doggies, though, especially when they bark at me!  Mom!  Have you no sense at all?  No mercy?  Ugh!  Arghhhh!  Grrrrr….. AROOOFF!!!!  Ahhh, that feels better now.

Wish me luck on that, OK?  And if you talk to my Mom, tell her she can take this leash off me and I’ll be good.  I promise I promise I promise!  Bye now!  We’re heading out for our fourth walk of the day!  AROOOFF!!!!