Showing posts with label Dandy's Yogg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Dandy's Yogg. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 22, 2010

Dandy' Yogg

Cat trouble

Woof, Woof.
     I wish there was some way that I could make My Lady understand that I truly have no intentions of dismembering those dumb cats that hang around my back door.
     If she’ll remove my leash I believe that I can convince them that they’re meowing at my door and trying to come into my house and I’m not going to put up with it.
     On the other hand, she may  understand those cats better than I.
     One evening after dark My Lady did not tell me to stay when she opened the door so I had my chance. I scattered eight cats in eight directions and they didn’t stop for any sight seeing as they left!
     Wow! Was My Lady upset with me.  She put me in the house (under protest, I can tell you) and called me a bad dog. Now that hurt. Here I am, the protector of this house, doing what it appears to me should be done, and I’m called a bad dog!
     I guess that I had her really stirred up, because she ignored me for hours. Well, I haven’t been around these eight years without learning a few things, and number one is, when your Lady is on the warpath you’d better disappear. The trouble was, she wouldn’t let me out of my corner on the sofa, so I just hid my face and went to sleep….kept the peace that way.
     Anyway, when I woke up, I decided that I was going to have to make the first move to make up, so I reached out my little paw a few times and patted My Lady’s arm and tried to talk over the situation a bit,, but she just started laughing so I shut up and crawled into her lap.  Sure was nice to have peace in the house again.
     Of course, I'm a lot smarter than those cats and I learned my lesson better than the they, ‘cause I don’t go out that door without my leash and those darn cats act like I never sent them scattering. They still mob the back door and I give them a scare now and then so they’ll remember who’s boss, but mainly I just walk on by them and let the silly things follow. 
     Did you know that there are some other doggie blogs? There’s a bulldog out in Wyoming who hates going out in the snow on account of his short legs, and some others who’ve been chasing gophers and digging trenches in the dirt. That sure sounds like fun!
      Well, I guess we’re all really lucky dogs and if they get in trouble with their family I can give them a few tips on managing their Ladies. 

Merry Christmas, ya’ll. Woof!

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Dandy's Yogg

 Woof, Woof!
    There has sure been a lot of confusion around my new digs. I didn’t have a clue what was the cause then I heard a word I’d heard before - “Thanksgiving!”  That explains everything. That is a time when every woman I’ve ever known changes from an attentive companion to some sort of constantly busy,  pan banging  gal, who seems to live in the kitchen.
      Now I must admit My  Lady still has time to talk to me occasionally and we’ve had a few short walks. Things smell pretty good, too! I figure that any time the smells are this good, there should be some good eating around somewhere. 
     Well!  Looks like I’ll never know! Can you believe that what is in my dish is dry dog food! I’ve tried every trick…oopps .. ..Of course I would never use trickery! What I mean is that I’ve sat in the middle of the kitchen and used my most soulful expression and all My Lady does is walk around me. I thought that maybe if I’d made a little noise she catch on that I’d like a bite or two of that good smelling stuff. All she did was to say “Good doggie.”  Finally I actually begged. I stood on my hind legs and did that little pawing thing with my front feet that always makes the women a real push-over. 
     So what happens? I get a treat…a cold weiner!  And I danced for that?  I must be losing my touch.
     Still, I’ve been through times like this before, so I’ll just take long naps and ignore all the commotion. I know very well that the word “Thanks” is a good word  and I’ve caught on to the “giving” thing too. Someone is always wanting me to “give” them a handshake.  That’s okay with me. Sometimes someone says “gimme a kiss” and I simply play deaf with that because I don’t do kissy.
     Still, Thanks-giving  makes a good word, and I can tell you right now, that being a dog makes me want to say “thank you!”  I have a good place to sleep, a lot of good things outside to smell  and listen to. I even have two special places so I can look outside. And My Lady is pretty nice, too, although we need a little attitude adjustment on this good smells/dry dog food problem.
Well, we do still have this cat problem but  I can usually ignore them…except when they don’t move out of my way, but if my leash has a little slack I can take care of that situation real quick. 
     Yep, life is good.  I hope yours is also at this Thanksgiving time.




                                 Woof

Thursday, November 18, 2010

Dandy's Yogg

Me and the cats



Woof, Woof,
    I thought it was about time to update you on how things are going around here. I still have that herd of cats to contend with. I simply can not understand the mentality of these cats. When My Lady takes me out for a walk, these critters scatter like they'd been shot out of a shotgun. It's a really fun thing to watch and one of the highlights of my day.

I simply ignore them especially if one remains behind and arches it back and gets all puffed up. I don't even look around. Do they realize that they don't interest me.... with all these interesting scents of coons and deer and such, do they really think I am going to be interested in a cat? Well, I'l change that statement a tiny bit. One of this bunch of arrogant felines has never run from me. From the day I arrived, this smallest of the group, has stood its ground and let me touch noses. I kinda admire this little fellow. It's a pity all his kinfolks are such a pain to have around.

Anyway back to crazy feline behavior. I have told you how rude they have been to  a newcomer so figure this out: they follow me everywhere  I go. Everywhere! Here I go, leading My Lady to all the interesting places that I'd like to investigate further, and here appears a cat; then another, and another. Soon we form a parade with me in the lead and eight cats following. Its a sight, I can tell you.

Still, I've remained polite...until yesterday! Yesterday, My Lady gave took me outside to the patio and gave me a bone. from a dish of food she was carrying. When she set the dish down those pesky cats appeared just as they usually do. I gave them a warning growl. My bone had come from that dish. That meant that it was my food. Right?

Those dumb felines paid no mind to my little growl so I did it again and they still paid me no attention. Looks like I got no respect out here so I just dropped that bone and made a lunge and with all my might, did the growl/bark thing and you should have seen those cats fill the trees.

I think that I have that matter settled now. They can follow, but I'm not putting up with their rudeness any longer.
They can be nice or hit the road. They're no fun anyway! I'd rather dig a hole any time.

Woof

Sunday, November 7, 2010

DANDY'S YOGG







Woff, woff,.  My name is Dandy, at least I think it is! I seem to be called by a lot of different names: Sweety, Doggie, Funny Face….ME, being called Sweety. How ridiculous ! I don’t want to sound too macho, but I come from a long line of hard-working hunting dogs! If My Lady will  take off that leash next time we’re outside, I’ll show her  how fast I can put eight cats up a tree. 

Now those cats: that’s something I’d like to discuss. Why is it that they bow up at me. Really, I’m not interested in them although there’s one little tabby that I rub noses with.  The whole gang of them bow and hiss and slap me when I try to be friends. They’re about my size and should be a lot of fun to play with but, no, they’d rather be rude! Then when I ignore them, they follow me everywhere. Like I said earlier, take that lease off and we’ll come to an understanding. 

My Lady is nice enough and I’ve found her easy to handle. Usually, one little whine is all it takes to get her attention, but if that fails, all I have to do is reach for her with my paw and she’s mine. And how that woman loves to talk!  If I do my little talking act she puts on quite a show even talking something that I think is called “baby talk.” She is kind of fun, though, especially when I show her what I can do with my squeaky coon thing she calls a toy. I hope  I can convince her that this is what my ancestors did with badgers, rabbits and even rats. It’s in my blood--I can do it too. I’m not just an entertainer. If those outside cats ever overlook a rat, I’ll take care of it quick-time. 

This is my first time to do a Yogg … you pronounce that a little like you’re in the middle of a yawn…but I’ve watched My Lady doing this a lot.  Sometimes she acts as though she doesn’t like this little box  and I expect that if she wasn’t a nice lady she might say something I don’t want to hear. 

Anyway, if she ever leaves me alone again, twice in one day, I’ll try out my paws again. It’s really not too complicated: you just hit  the bottom of the screen and funny things happen and you’re through!

Woff. 
Damdy