Cash Cash Cash. Jeez I can hear you bones I am just not gonna listen. I told you all how some days Roxy is the brat and some days I am, well yesterday was my day. The beach was filled with tourist dogs and people that thought they owned the ocean and sand. I have already figured out on week days no one else is around and Bones and I reign supreme. Weekends hundreds of people show up, many of such a pink skinned hue that they hide under umbrellas so the sun never touches them. They bring an assortment of dogs most of which have never been off a leash, never been allowed to run fill blast down the sand,
or both of the aforementioned. These dogs are pent up and scared of their own shadows. You know what? It is not their fault it is their humans error.
Most dogs given the chance would rather run and play together. Fighting is something humans seem to have more of a tendency towards. I was running way up the beach and finding dogs I could tell had not had the freedom. I just want to chest bump heel nip bark for no reason and generally play like animals.
It seems many of the humans misinterpret my 100-mile an hour approach as a sign of aggression. If I am planning to aggress you pink skins will know it. More then one owner actually gripped their dog and lifted them in the air shrieking oh my god at the top of their lungs. Heres a tip, if I was really planning on doing damage and not just playing, holding your dog up like a meal isn't going to stop me. in-fact you have made the poor guy helpless, he can't fight back for fear of biting the hand that feeds him and I would really have the upper hand. So bones was busy yelling at me and I was busy ignoring him. He knows my hearing is back and it did peeve him. He put me on the leash but I would just wait till he was asleep and drag him halfway down the beach. I am really getting strong.
Bones has been reconnecting with his old friends. He told me if you survive this long it is time to forget whatever transgressions occurred in the past and let the other survivors know you love them.
It comes down to listening to the heartbeat of life. Remember say good things and do good things and life is better all the way around. He does have a couple of friends that would not listen and lashed out about things
seemingly unimportant. Watch what you say because you may break something that can never be repaired.
Like a heart
Listen to each other you will be amazed .
I had my picture taken today by Murphy the cats human, check it out I am one handsome dog,
Heh Cash,
ReplyDeleteMy human (today I am calling her sleepy girl) tries to take my picture a lot. I like to play a little game with her, though....I will get all up in one of my famous model poses -- could be when I am curled up and squished inside one of her shoe boxes with my folds of furry love handles hanging over the sides, or I might plop onto my back with all four paws spread eagle and facing the ceiling, or maybe I will decide to just torture my sister, Jujube, and sleep on top of her. Sleepy Girl spots me. I listen very closely as she sneaks her camera out of the bag and tip-toe's over. I wait for my moment (this is important.. patience is key) and just as she is about to depress the shutter, I jump up and am outta there. Hah! Gothcha again! Drives her nuts. You should try it.
I like what you say about listening to life's heartbeat. Thing about that is, I find that you have to become all quiet inside to hear it. Stop the noise in my mind for a while, the senseless worrying and stressing and wanting, and then, suddenly, I can hear it! When that happens to me, it is amazing. I can sit at the window and watch the humming birds bathe in the fountain for hours on end, and then sleepy girl will come over and hold and hug and kiss me all over. I pretend I don't like it, but I do, and life is good in that moment and I want it to last forever. And ever.
Enjoy your moments...each and every one, Cash.
Thanks Murph
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