Dandy's Yogg on the 4th of July

Woof, woof.

     Today was a great change from our usual ones. We drove miles and miles on  I-20 and turned in all kinds of directions before stopping, and I found I had arrived at this really neat place with lots of rooms and a big puddle of water to look at.  It was nice to see the humans that I knew and I got to go all around and smell every thing.

      It was an interesting place with lots of doors and a big window to look out and watch my friends play in that water.I didn't ask to go out there  though; I wanted to stay close to My Lady.

Real cats

      When we first arrived we were greeted by what my friend claimed to be a pair of resident cats. I’m not sure about that. One of them disappeared soon after we arrived and the other looked like no cat I’ve ever seen before.  I know what a cat looks like. I’ve chased them, let them rub all over me, and follow me everywhere I go. I’ve even watched them eat my food (but only when My Lady has me on a tight leash) these are cats, right?

The Big Fellow

     Anyway this cat which they called Fairlane, pretty well ignored me and I certainly wasn’t interested in cozying up with a cat, so we touched noses once and went our own way….for a while.

     It was near lunch time when disaster hit. I had been comfy under the table until I spotted dishes of food and water over in a corner. Well I meandered over to check it out and this Fairlane fellow attacked me.
     Now, I’m an average size for a Dinmont Terrier; about 13 pounds. This animal that they claim is a cat, weighs at least 25 pounds. I heard his Lady say so. So you can imagine how surprised I was to  have a 25 pound bundle of clawing fur rolling me around on the floor.   I have to tell you, I was more than surprised! I was scared out of my wits and besides, you readers just imagine having something twice your size knocking you around on a hard floor. I think that with all the snarls and yowls it got terribly noisy. I did my best to defend my reputation as a Terrier, but frankly, it was humiliating.

     Well, my friend grabbed me up in her arms but it took a while for me to be convinced I was safe. I seem to remember yowling a lot. She keeps saying that animal and I will become friends, but frankly, I doubt that either one of us is interested in friendship. I’m an independent, free-roaming kind of guy, and these sudden attacks aren’t what I want.   Of course, I didn't know I shouldn’t have touched his food. At my house  the cats went after my food and I sometimes slurped up theirs.

      Anyway, I expect the only thing this fellow and I share in our lives is the love of having our bellies scratched! Just look at that fat cat! Whooee! I'm glad I'm home on my own pillow.

Woof, woof.

Dandy's Yogg

      Woof, Woof!
This afternoon I heard something that has been puzzling me: I heard that I smelled like a dog. Now I ask you, what kind of remark is that? I am a dog so what am I supposed to smell like--a rose? There are times when the human race is beyond my understanding.
     The next thing that happened was a rather sneaky attack on my dignity. My Lady clipped a short lease on my harness and plopped me into a sink of warm water harness and leash attached! I think that had something to do with the last bath that I had and I ran and hid under the furniture!
      Well, I learned that time that My Lady is as obstinate ( I like that word) as I, so there"s no point in dodging the issue--if she says hush, she means hush now or go to the quite corner and if she thinks its bath time it is definitely bath time. So I just stood there in all that water and let her thoroughly wet my hair and she was so surprised all she could do was keep saying what a nice doggie I was.
I guess I was being nice, but mainly I was just doing the smart thing. I've listened to a lot of talk in my years of living with humans, and one thing is that you're not going to win an argument with a woman. So why waste your energy?

     Of course I had a few good shakes before I jumped on the couch but it wasn't over yet. My Lady followed me with this noisy contraption that she used with my brush to groom me even more. Now I hope no one tells her, but this part was great fun, I just rolled over and let her brush my belly throughly.  It was rather nice to get the rest of me dried off and brushed, so this bath thing really isn't too bad.




Anyway, I'm glad to have the burrs brushed out and the next time I hear a tub of water running, I may go jump in. I like to hear that I now look handsome so I guess I'm in good company with all the movie stars I hear people raving over. There's not much else to do around here any more. The cats have disappeared and even the 'coon hasn't been around lately. I go the window every night and watch but nothing comes around. I guess it's for the best because My Lady was getting a little irritable when I couldn't control my barking. I hear the talk that that coon would have torn me to pieces but I'm not convinced. I got so angry with that arrogant fellow daring to prowl around on my porch that I still dream of taking him on.