Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #10 -

 "Mom is MEAN #3"

 

July 2007a

Mom went away and left us ALL BY OURSELVES. We are NOT happy. She closed the door to the basement, 'cause that OLD DOG Dewey went down there last time and sat on the cold floor. Cold floors feel good on
a hot day, and it was hot when Mom was gone for two days. Mom says, even though the cold floor made Dewey feel cool, his bone joints didn't like the cold floor and got stuck in place. She didn't want the dog sitter to have to carry Dewey up-the-stairs. So we aren't allowed to go down in the basement when no one was home, anymore. Me and THAT RED DOG do NOT think that is at all fair. We like being cool!

But then two days later, MOM LEFT AGAIN. And that "anymore" became NOW. And we got HOT, 'cause we couldn't go lie down in the basement floor and cool ourselves. Mom said that she left the air conditioner on so we wouldn't get hot. WE DON'T BELIEVE HER! We did get hot, VERY hot since outside was almost 100. We think she just wanted to keep us from doing what we like to do.  We worked hard protecting Dewey and the house and Mom PLAYED!  Thatis NOT fair!

Mom is MEAN! She even closed the door to the upstairs so Dewey couldn't go to the second floor and lie on his favorite bed. Mom thought he might get hot - but if she was worried about that, SHE SHOULD HAVE LEFT THE BASEMENT DOOR OPEN!

Mom is REALLY MEAN! She was gone more days than a dog can count on
her front paw. She said that she was working, but she was really playing.  See in this picture?  That is PLAYING, not working!  Then she came back from two time zones east and made us GET UP EARLY! For three whole days. AND NO EXTRA COOKIES!

She tried to make up for it by giving us sugar cookies made by nice people. She said that nice Connecticut volunteers gave her cookies 5
times a day at a place called Hartford Civic Center at her national church meeting called General Synod.

 If she wanted to make it up to us, she should have brought one of those nice people home to pet all
of us. See all the people they made cookies for?  They made 14,000 dozen cookies for everybody.  We would have helped eat LOTS more of them.

We are VERY inclusive dogs, 'cause we let everyone pet us! We would like cookies-made-at-home five times a day, too! Mom only gives coolies to us twice a day, unless we are good. But she doesn't make them! She does make food for her to eat and shares sometimes.
Then we sometimes get a special cookie.

She did not learn good habits from those nice Connecticut volunteers and STILL only gives us cookies twice a day. She ran out of her special cookies and went back to her OLD habits.

I let THAT RED DOG register his unhappiness with Mom's behavior. I let him pee on Mom's filing cabinet - I let him do it three times. I made sure that he only aimed at the filing cabinet. He was good at aiming.

I told him he was smart when he opened the door to Mom's office, after Mom had left it closed while she was in that Hartford place. I was upset that he couldn't open any of the other doors Mom had left closed. Expecially the door to the basement. But I was happy when he figured out how to show Mom in a very good way that we were NOT HAPPY. I forgot to tell Mom that I said he could do it, though. She was upset. I don't know why. Now strange dogs will know who the wood filing cabinet belongs to. They won't pee on it after THAT RED DOG already has.  He has told ALL dogs for forever that thatis our Mom's filing cabinet!

But did all RED'S work make Mom give us cookies-made-at-home even once? No. She only shared the ones made by the nice people in Connecticut. It didn''t even make Mom give us cookies even only three times a day. Dewey wants to send Mom back to Connecticut so she can learn to do cookies-made-at-home and learn to count higher; but Me and THAT RED DOG are afraid she will close the basement door again. We voted and Dewey lost. Mom is NOT allowed to go away again
- ever!

Spirit P.
 

THAT RED DOG didn't want to make more dogs holes in the yard.  He thinks we have enough, so we make them deeper.  Sometimes, THAT RED DOG is smart and I agree with him.  He thought that it was more important that we can run fast all along the fence so we can protect Mom and Dewey from birds and squirrels and cars and trucks and motorcyles and dogs.We run fast and scare away all the birds.

The other things keep going by.  The squirrels sit on the telephone pole wires and look at us.  BUT THEY DON'T COME IN THE YARD.  They know better!  Excuse me for a minute, I have to help THAT RED DOG bark.  I don't know at what, but I know that he needs my help!

You can tell where our walk is along the fence.  Mom doesn't have to mow the grass there, and that makes her happy.  She wants to put dirt in the hole near the fence gate; I remind her what happened last year.  She thinks that maybe this year, if she fills it up three times, the hole might stay that way.  I let Mom think what she wants to think.

THAT RED DOG has decided that Dewey belongs to the part of the pack that gets protected.  He thinks Dewey is useful, 'cause he helps Mom feel better when her face waters.  I can't do that.  It is not part of the protect-the Mom job that is mine.  I told THAT RED DOG that the face-waters-make-feel-better job belongs to boy dogs.  And that Dewy has it because he is a boy dog.  Dewey was doing it when I joined the pack, so I didn't bother to learn.  Moms always need more protection, so I took that job and became REAL good at it!

And THAT RED DOG is a boy dog, so he has to learn how to do it.  He is trying, but Mom just yells at him to get-off-the-bed.  Dewy jumps up just after THAT RED DOG, and Mom pets him instead of yelling. She says it is 'cause Dewey is so soft, but I know better.  THAT RED DOG still has many things to learn to be a good dog and do his job well in this house.

He does understand the value of dog holes and how they keep everybody cool on a hot day.  He helped make the holes under the tree much better and bigger.  We have good dog holes under two trees and one bush now.  He joins Dewey under his tree most of the time.  That way, I get my very own tree and dog holes as is fitting for top-dog.

I am now having to remind THAT RED DOG that I AM TOP DOG.  He thinks that all the time is play time.  When Mom talks on the phone, people think that THAT RED DOG and I don't like each other ecause we sound almost as mean as Mom is.  We are make-believe mean.  Mon is REAL mean!  When it is my turn for Mom to pet me, THAT RED DOG starts to play.  I play sometimes and THEN I MISS MY TURN.  Mom is still MEAN.

Mom says it is my fault, 'cause I knew that she was going to pet me.  But my middle name is "P" for BOTH play and pet.  I think THAT RED DOG is trying to get more pet than I get.  I have decided to take him off permanent pack-status and put him back on probation.  I am the boss in this house!

Mom says I can't say that.  I am top-dog and boss when Mom is gone.   There, now Mom feels better!  (I really am boss, but don't tell Mom I said that!)  You can tell I am the boss, 'cause Mom has the door to the basement open, now.  She says it is because she put Dewey's Arthur-it-is-bed downstairs and that Me and THAT RED DOG are not lying on it.Dewey is.I   know better.  That bed makes you hot where you lie down.  Why would I lie on that if I go downstairs to get cool?  Dewey is silly lying on that bed!

Dewey is getting into Mom's garden even more.  He thinks he is protecting the garden from squirrels and rabbits.  If the garden smells like him, he thinks the rabbits will find another garden.  I let him think that, 'cause it makes him feel important.  But both rabbits and squirrels would be silly to come inside our dog fence.  Me and THAT RED DOG would eat them for lunch  .And since Mom doesn't feed us enough cookies, we have to do something to make up for it!

You can see in the picture I get the top seat on the porch.  THAT  RED DOG is lower and Dewey is in the garden.

Dewey helps Mom by eating the grass.  Then she doesn't have to mow it.  I eat some grass, but not enough to help Mom not have to mow.  THAT RED DOG thinks that we are both silly.  He still runs up and down and all around barking into the air when Mom is out working in here garden.  He doesn't want squirrels and birds to even think of coming near while Mom is out.  Mom is beginning to think his barking at birds is a good idea since SOMEONE is eating the seed she plants in the garden - and that is NOT Dewey.

We have lost of work to do this summer, and even Dewey is helping.  Maybe we need to keep THAT RED DOG after all!

Spirit P.