Tuesday, February 28, 2012

Finn and the Spinnylegs

So I think i mentioned that i don't lunge at the humans with spinny legs anymore.  At first they scared me, coming up so fast from behind us on our walks.  i'm very alert to surprises, and a human who is half metal and has those dogbowlshaped legs is, you'll have to agree, surprising.  then i started to figure it out: curlmom and curldad  turn into spinnyleg humans too, tho of course when i see them the spinny just being carried down the hall and out the door.  They wear really notdogwalk shoes then, so disappointing, because they come home all tired and happy, and Rolydog and i think "we could have gotten you that tired and happy, if you'd taken us out for that long!"
Where was i? oh, i remember now.  Anyway, one day curlmom and curldad set curlmom's spinny up on metal things, and she put on those notdogwalk shoes, and suddenly turned into a spinnyleg human.  I went over to investigate, watching her feet - but not getting too close - as she spun. Now i understand that spinnyleg humans are just humans plus a spinny thing, and i just look at them and feel sorry for the dog that they left at home.
Finn, on patrol

Sunday, February 26, 2012

Rolydog - smarter than we thought

So we'd had a long day, yesterday, and I was napping on the big dogbed, by the glassdoor.  It used to be Roly's bed, but nowit belongs to whoever gets there first.  It's the softest bed in the house.  It's almost big enough for two, but not quite. Anyway, I was resting right in the middle of the dogbed.  Roly walked over and rang the bell to go out, with his "something's exciting is happening in the yard" urgency.  I'm always up for an adventure, so I followed him out.  But the moment I went through the door, he turned around and came back in, and plunked  down on the dogbed!  The rascal!
Anyway, I found enough room to share part of the dogbed with him, and we napped happily together
Finn, almost always on patrol

Friday, February 24, 2012

Finn says hello

The other day Rolydog and i took curldad for his walk down to the grasskids place at the end of the block. the kids weren't there - they never are when we go down, but i can hear them during the day, and i can smell their many kidsmells when we walk. i haven't met many kids around here but they seem nice, i did meet the tinykid across the street.  i was very polite and just looked at him, Rolydog licked his face.
Where was i? Oh, now i remember. So we were down at the grasskids place and Curldad did the usual thing of letting Rolydog go and adding his leash to mine, so i have more room to move.  Rolydog goes over to visit other dogs sometimes, and this time the other dogs followed him back to us! There was a small brown and white dog with big ears, and a black wide dog like Kingdog. they came right over all friendly, and i was all friendly back.  it was fun!
i always bark at dogs when they walk by on the other side of the street, but that's just because i'm hoping they will come over to say hello, like those dogs did.
Finn, on patrol

Sunday, February 19, 2012

Finn entertains

The other day curlmom tried to take my picture, but i'm not sure why.  i was just finishing a patrol of the backyard.  I had checked the lemontree by standing on the doghouse (it makes me a bit taller so i can look into the tree and see the fence better).  I had checked the far corner where there's a tiny hole in the fence and the loudnoise humans come once in a pattern and let a loudsmellymetalsheep eat the grass. So everything was safe, and I was just resting, standing with my head on a chair, thinking about something (don't remember what), or maybe just enjoying my safe space.  Anyway Curlmom came up with a camera, so i went over to see what she wanted. She called me sillydog, which means i did something cute, and i so i followed her inside where she can sit and pet me.
Resting now, will patrol later,
Finn

Saturday, February 18, 2012

Many Days Pass

Well, many days have passed.  Most days Curlmom gets up first, then Curldad gets up and feeds us. Curlmom puts on those goaway shoes and vanishes.  Then curldad takes us for a walk and we start our day together.  What does he do, you ask? He's mostly working on those flat boards with the nopaintbrushforyou sticks,  and the smellsawful gray stuff. That pretty much keeps him busy while we keep an eye on the yard, until we ask for attention by nudging him on the arm - you have to do that gently of course; bump him too hard and he gets grumpy. then he takes us for another walk. Most days dogwalkergirl comes by too and so we've been going for ...1,...2,... um, more than 2 walks a day!

Then there are the days when they get up early and sit on the nodogsonthecouch to watch the oh!itsagoal! box.  On those days they both take us for a walk. Curldad takes Rolydog and Curlmom takes me. I'm very good at heeling, and I don't even lunge at those humans with the round spinny legs anymore!
Finn, on patrol.