Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #8
"I am POUTING, and for a GOOD reason"

May 2007

 I AM POUTING. Mom adopted THAT RED DOG.

I am POUTNG and REFUSE to write my column. So there. Serves Mom right!

Spirit P.


The only reason I started to write my column is that Mom threatened to give THAT RED DOG the column instead of me. I didn't like that idea, 'cause I am lots smarter than THAT RED DOG.

He barks at everything. I only bark at threatening things like
squirrels and stray dogs. He barks at cars, even small fast ones. I
can understand him barking at the delivery trucks. After all, I bark at them, too. Mom needs to know that there is stuff outside that needs to come in. And I bark at those garbage men who take away all the nice smelly food that Mom puts out. It would be easier if she would just let me eat it. But she gets upset if I check out the garbage can to see what is good.

He is pushy and keeps dropping toys on top of Mom when she does her yoga.  I like that Downward Facing Dog pose, and not just 'cause it has a good name. Mom looks like a triangle and you can crawl underneath her when she does this. For some reason, she doesn't like it. I know better than to drop toys on Mom when she is doing yoga since it makes her grumpy. THAT RED DOG even likes Mom's face and tries to lie on Mom's tummy when she does that relax pose thing at the end. Then Mom really gets grumpy.

I was going to write about that OLD DOG DEWEY again. He keeps jumping into the garden and forgetting how he got there. I know better than to jump a 4-foot fence, even if it is made out of plastic
and won't hurt. It is TOO HIGH for sane dogs to jump. That OLD DOG DEWEY is crazy. Just look at how lost he looks in the picture. Can't you hear him thinking, "I got in, but how do I get out?" I hear it.

I am grumpy. Even grumpier than Mom is when THAT RED DOG lies on top of her while she does yoga. AND I HAVE AMUCH BETTER REASON.

I am TOP DOG here. And THAT RED DOG does NOT respect my position enough. Mom says to get over it. That I am top girl dog and THAT RED DOG can be top boy dog. Dewey doesn't mind, 'cause that means he
can take more naps. I can share my security responsibilities and don't have to be on alert all the time.

Maybe. Dewey looks comfy when he takes his afternoon nap. I will have to think about that top girl dog and top boy dog thing. After all, Dewey is old and deserves a nap or two. If only he would stop
showing off and jumping over the fence. I can't jump that high and it makes me feel inferior when an old dog can jump higher than I can.

Mom naps on Sunday afternoon, too. I will think about all this.

Spirit P.

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Me and Dewy and THAT RED DOG #9
"I am a VERY Friendly Dog"

I have lots of friends, most of whom I like. I am not sure of the dogs next door, though. When they get lose, they come to my fence and bark at us three very loudly. Several times they acted as of they wanted to eat my nose. I like my nose where it is - on my face. When Mom came out to see what was going on, she called us to come. I couldn't, 'cause I had to watch what the dogs did to make
sure they wouldn't hurt my Mom. Eventually, I came to Mom, but I kept my nose pointed at the neighbor dogs so I could see what they were up to. I am glad I got into the house with my nose still on my face. If one of those dogs had eaten it, I would have been very upset. After all, I am in charge of security here.

THAT RED DOG helps. When we are out together, he lies on the porch and watches. When Mom is out, he runs around the yard barking every once in awhile, about every thirty seconds, so that all the nasty dogs know that Mom is protected by a ferocious RED DOG. He even barks at birds and squirrels. I am glad that he know that squirrels are THE ENEMY! I may tell Mom to renew his adoption and keep him. I know that she could not have decided to keep him forever without asking my opinion!

I still don't understand why he barks at cars all the time. When we go for a walk and he barks at cars, Mom brings him back home and leaves him while Me and Dewey go for a walk with Mom. He doesn't get it - but we are getting farther from the house each time we go out. And Mom puts the no-speak on him sometimes so he is quiet.  Today he only barked at the cars twice when we went for a walk. Maybe he IS learning.

Anyway, I have lots of friends. People like to pet me - though they like to pet Dewey more, 'cause he is soft. I am not, but I am more fun to pet than THAT RED DOG! He doesn't have much fur at all. I take seven times longer to give a bath. Of course, half that time comes from trying to get me in the bath tub.

Many of my friends are online from PUTTING_ON_THE_DOG. We talk to each other. I had a boyfriend-dog named Casper for a while. I liked him lots, but he went to the rainbow bridge 'cause of how people didn't take care of him right when he was a puppy-dog. His Mom took good care of him though - like my Mom. Lots of dogs don't find good Moms until they are a little older. Everybody online on PUTTING_ON_THE_DOG have good Moms or Dads.

I don't want another boyfriend for a long time, but THAT RED DOG can't decide who he should be in love with. He thinks that maybe he could be in love with both Cassie and Callie from PUTTING_ON_THE_DOG. This one is Cassie.  I like her best because she sent a picture that Mom could put on my website. Red has their pictures pinned up on the wall, and he thinks all sorts of thoughts at them even though he is "fixed". I don't know what that means, unless maybe it means that we were broke before we went to the shelter and now that we have Mom we got fixed.

I even have cat friends. I like sitting and staring at cats. I have their pictures on my wall. When I am bored, I just sit and stare at my cat friends and think fun thoughts. I don't know what they think of me when they see my picture. Mom thinks maybe see needs a professional picture of ME and DEWEY and THAT RED DOG. I don't think so.

Spirit P.
Queen of friends