March Notes from Levi the Schnauzer
Guest Blogger Day
When my human first asked me to be a guest blogger on her adventures blog I thumbed my paw up at the idea. Who in their right mind
wants to write about our boring life? What do we do that’s adventurous? We don’t
even go to the dog park anymore or walk around the neighborhood. I think she’s
allergic to that white stuff humans call snow but it’s actually pieces of
clouds that fell from the sky. Even if we did go to the dog park she never,
ever smells another human’s butt which is probably the reason why she has so
much trouble making new friends. For us canine types, we just strut up to our
own kind and take a reading off their butts and we know right away if they are friends
or foes. What does she do? She dances around with small talk. Blah, blah, blah...while I dance around at her feet begging her to let me off the leash. Now that
would be an adventure! Moomie---that’s what I call my human---has been fattening
up the rabbits with corn all winter. It’s time to chase one down and bring it
home for the soup pot. I’m sick of smelling chicken soup in the house. Her idea
of adventure lately is to sit and knit mittens. Mittens here, mittens there. They’d
be growing out of her ears if I didn’t make her throw one of my stuffies once in a
while! My human is boring. I think I’ve established that beyond a doubt.
I do worry about my human though. When she gets up in the
mornings sometimes she doesn’t seem to want to face the day ahead of
her. She sits on the edge of the bed like FOREVER before moving to kitchen. I do my best to entertain her but I can't drive or fly an airplane so my choices are limited. I try to get her to go outside with me
and my stuffie. I beg and pout and make a nuisance of myself until she gets up
from the computer or her knitting station and opens the door. Then I beg her to follow
me outside but she seems to have her mind-reading dial set too low and she isn’t
receiving the messages I’m sending. She used to do that sometimes when my other human, Daady,
was alive, too. He went to The Rainbow Bridge just before my forth birthday. I
just turned seven and I still miss him. Especially in the mornings when we
would have howling contests until Moomie would make us quit. Mornings were
noisy when he was around. Now all I hear is the clicking of knitting needles. One of these days I'm going to bury those stupid needles in the back yard!
Got to go. A sun ray just came in through the dining room
door and I have to go hold it down so it stays around for a while. See you
again in April assuming this guest blogging gig makes Moomie happy. Ø
