We PWDs are not known for our patience, but we are trainable after all, and this week my 2lggd mom taught me this trick. After she puts my dinner bowl down, she makes me wait. At first she just made me wait, and I would stare intently at the bowl. I drooled so much on the floor that it didn't take long to make a big slippery puddle in front of my bowl. So then she taught me to look up at her face while I'm waiting, so I don't dribble so much. Sometimes I wait just a few seconds before she clicks and I dive in. Sometimes she makes me wait longer (it seems like an eternity). I'm not sure I get the point. But it seems to make her happy. And I always get my dinner in the end; that's the only important thing. After all, I'm just here for the biscuits (or the kibble)! (Snarf-crunch-snarf-crunch-snarf-crunch)
Thursday, June 28, 2007
Tuesday, June 19, 2007
Impatience
Well, OK. I'll admit that it's not just about the biscuits. I'm also here for the tennis balls, w00f!
And it's about time. I thought my technically challenged two-legged mom would never get this video thing right. Don't get me wrong, I luuuuuuv looking at videos of other Porties (I especially like it when they bark), but when does EMMA get to be a star. I mean, come on, it's really ALL ABOUT ME! Mom can do lots of things. She can make biscuits appear like magic. She can open a can. She can make a tennis ball fly through the air. But she just couldn't do video.
Now, about this fetching thing. I don't know how they can expect me to wait until AFTER they've thrown the ball. They seem to have no idea how compelling it is to know that any second that ball will go zinging through the air. I've tried to discuss this with them. You can hear me barking at him "just throw it dammit!" Forget about that sitting and waiting thing; what I want you to notice in this video is the blazing speed with which I dash off after each toss! I'm sure there's no Portie faster.
One more thing though, about the "booties." I don't really mind the furry feet, but I do mind what people might think. The furry booties is something they do when they clip me for warm weather in the spring. They clip everything but my front feet, and then they tell everyone that is how far they got before the clipper battery ran out. They laugh at me, which is fine, because I'm a clown anyway, and then they clip them down after a week. I just don't want anyone to think that's what Porties really look like. I also don't want them to think that I am auditioning to be a Budweiser Clydesdale. What I do want is that you just laugh a little, enjoy it, because now the booties are gone until next spring.
And it's about time. I thought my technically challenged two-legged mom would never get this video thing right. Don't get me wrong, I luuuuuuv looking at videos of other Porties (I especially like it when they bark), but when does EMMA get to be a star. I mean, come on, it's really ALL ABOUT ME! Mom can do lots of things. She can make biscuits appear like magic. She can open a can. She can make a tennis ball fly through the air. But she just couldn't do video.
Now, about this fetching thing. I don't know how they can expect me to wait until AFTER they've thrown the ball. They seem to have no idea how compelling it is to know that any second that ball will go zinging through the air. I've tried to discuss this with them. You can hear me barking at him "just throw it dammit!" Forget about that sitting and waiting thing; what I want you to notice in this video is the blazing speed with which I dash off after each toss! I'm sure there's no Portie faster.
One more thing though, about the "booties." I don't really mind the furry feet, but I do mind what people might think. The furry booties is something they do when they clip me for warm weather in the spring. They clip everything but my front feet, and then they tell everyone that is how far they got before the clipper battery ran out. They laugh at me, which is fine, because I'm a clown anyway, and then they clip them down after a week. I just don't want anyone to think that's what Porties really look like. I also don't want them to think that I am auditioning to be a Budweiser Clydesdale. What I do want is that you just laugh a little, enjoy it, because now the booties are gone until next spring.
Finally, we've got video up here. Emma is crazy for fetching tennis balls. She's so crazy about fetching that she bolts off in a mad dash before the ball is thrown. Mark is asking her to wait, but she can hardly contain herself. The building is the "warehouse" where we are rebuilding our boat. Apologies for the video quality, I still haven't got all the kinks worked out.
Kathy, Emma's 2lggd mom
Friday, June 1, 2007
Hi, I'm Emma
Hi, my name is Emma. I'm named after Lady Emma Hamilton, who was Admiral Lord Nelson's mistress.
This is my blog. It's a waterdog's life. At least that's what the tell me. Though these days this Portuguese Water Dog spends more time on shore than on the water. But I can't complain ... after all, on land or at sea, I'm just here for the biscuits.
This is my blog. It's a waterdog's life. At least that's what the tell me. Though these days this Portuguese Water Dog spends more time on shore than on the water. But I can't complain ... after all, on land or at sea, I'm just here for the biscuits.
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