"The dog is a gentleman; I hope to go to his heaven, not man's." – Mark Twain, Letter to W D Howells, 4/2/1899

Posts tagged “cars

The Beautiful Lady and the Treat


She’s pretty, everyone says so. Pretty for a human that is.

It wouldn’t matter to me if she weren’t, I’d love her just the same, but it is fun to be proud of her, especially when we go walking. The other dogs notice and they sometimes give me a hard time, but I just ignore them — I know they are jealous.

I have to admit that the blue bow around my neck is a bit of a problem. I wear it because it makes her happy. I love making her happy.

I have been known to chew on the occasional shoe — when I get bored, but I know that the pair she is wearing are special and I’m not allowed to go near them. I content myself with her slipper when the urge to chew something gets awful.

I don’t care all that much about the treat she is holding — she thinks I do, but really I like her attention — I like being with her and doing stuff — even girly human stuff.

The lady who runs the beauty parlour likes dogs, so I get to wait inside the shop, which is better than being tied up outside, or having to sit in the car. Don’t get me wrong, I like cars. They take me to interesting places.

The best part of the day is sleeping time. Not the ones during the day. I like them too, but the best one is the nighttime one. My mistress takes off all her beautiful clothes and gets under the covers, and we snuggle up together. My job is to help to keep her warm because she does not have any fur under all those clothes. Well, she has a bit of fur, but only a tiny bit and it is not enough to keep the rest of her warm.

I’m waiting for the right moment to take the treat. The longer I stretch it out, the more time I have with her full attention.

I hope you have an excellent mistress to spend your life with. I would loan you mine, but I need her all for myself.



Step On It Lady!



Painting by Roy Putt

Telltale Traces


We walk our dogs together, quite a lot.

She drives a ubiquitous little silver car but I always know it is her when she drives by because her dress is ALWAYS hanging out the bottom of the driver’s door, and Breeze is often sticking her head out the driver’s side window.

You Are Not Leaving Without Me


Zed loves cars, they take him to smells, walks, adventure, friends, other dogs, shopping (he guards the car on my late night supermarket trips).

As you can see, if a door (or boot) comes open he is right in there and it takes a serious treat to get him out.


I tried to get something out of my wife’s car and Zed jumped in. He would not get out so I said to him, “You can stay there until you get sick of it”. Guess who broke first? After two hours of checking on him I finally managed to find a tempting treat to get him to come out. I’m sure he was saying, “Just drive me somewhere”.

On at least one occasion I have driven up and down the driveway a few times. He looks at me and knows that he’s been had but he gets out reluctantly.