I’m playing in the snow, sniffing for hidden treasure, when I smell her. I know she’s close. I lift my head, alert to any sounds.
Her scent is strong now, and I break into a run. I’m too excited to think. She’s been gone for so long, I can hardly believe she’s in the neighborhood again.
Now I see her, and burst toward her. I feel true happiness. My human is back. I have no idea where she’s been, and all I want now is a cuddle.
I drag her home and sit on her. I’m not letting her go. Kristina is my human.
I’m still pining for Kristina. She says she’ll be home soon, but what does that mean?
I’m going to stare out this window until she gets here. Don’t get me wrong. The people taking care of me are really nice. They feed me, walk me, and let me sleep in their beds. It doesn’t get better than that. but I have a special connection with my human and I want her back.
To make things worse, look what I caught her doing!
There is a cat on her lap. Really, that’s just too much.It’s bad enough I’m lonely. She better get home soon and explain this to me.
Does anyone know where Kristina went? Every morning I get up and check the house. I sniff each room, I run around the backyard perimeter, and I even looked behind a big tree.
I’m starting to miss her.
The humans taking care of me are great. Their only issue…They don’t allow dogs in the bed…
But you know me. Big brown eyes. A wagging tail. And I’m in. Piper, the border terrier, follows my lead. She’s in too! I’m going to sleep here every night until I see Kristina.
PS. In case you didn’t know, Kristina’s books are all on sale I’m the star in BLAZE.
I really, really, really, really want to go for a walk. Just look into my eyes and you’ll understand.
Have you ever seen this much seaweed? And how many dogs does it take to pick up a stick?
I met two new dogs at the beach. The big one is named Butter. I have no idea who the middle dog is, but she wanted my stick. It got buried in seaweed, and seaweed is gooey and very slippery.
I had the best angle, but Butter was quicker. She grabbed the stick, leaving the two of us to chase her. By the end of the game, we were all covered in seaweed, which sticks to your hair, by the way.
This seaweed is very confusing. Some days we go to the beach, and there is none. Other days, the sand is covered. But either way, I think I love the beach.
Check out this guy. He’s a Tibetan Mastiff, otherwise known as the giant of dogs. Okay, I made that up, but he was a seriously big dog.
I met him at the beach. The same beach I met my sister at last week. I think I’ll start calling it my lucky beach. At first, his size frightened me. I think you can tell by the look on my face. But check out how friendly he looks.
Tibetan Mastiffs are strong-willed, self-reliant dogs who attempt to take control of every situation unless you are an assertive leader who demands respect.
That doesn’t sound like me, does it? I’m a funny, playful kind of guy. Not exactly the leader who demands respect. But I know how to respect the leader.
My new friend didn’t play much. Too big for that nonsense, but he did let me walk with him. I just had to calm down a little. I can play sophisticated too.
Who knows who I’ll meet next time I’m there?
I’ve got a new friend! Murphy is a big dog who loves to run. He’s pretty young, so he kinda tired me out.
But wow, he was fun in the park. Now that I see his photo, he looks like a black wolf. I saw one once, so I know what they look like. But I wasn’t afraid. I charged forward and tackled him.
After playing hard, we found a cool spot to relax in the shade. Kristina and Mathew wanted to keep going, but the three of us (Murphy, Piper, and I) just said no. We needed time to recover from the big run, so they would just have to wait.
Piper even kept up with us. Piper is one week younger than me and was born a block from where I was born on Vancouver Island, so we are literally life long friends.
Did you know older dogs sometimes don’t like to play with puppies? I don’t understand that.
Check out this puppy I met at the beach. The thing you have to understand about puppies is they jump on you, bite you, paw at you and chase you.
Their sharp teeth can sting a little, but there’s not much power in the bite. That’s the down side. The fun comes with the excitement a puppy exudes when playing. I can’t resist.
The humans standing around always praise me and comment on how patient I am. I love the praise, so a nip here and there are worth it.
Bring on the puppies!
Did you know it takes a human a long time to write a novel?
Kristina is working on a novel she’s calling EVOLUTION. She says there are several dogs in this book. One of them is a wheaten terrier, just like me.
“Is his name Farley,” I woof.
“Nope,” Kristina says. “Farley was in BLAZE, so he can’t be in EVOLUTION. The dog’s name is Jasper.”
I sigh. I don’t see why my name can’t be used in all her books and not just BLAZE.
She’s typing words, but I want to go for a walk. I figure if I sit on her, she’ll work faster.
Not sure my theory is working…
Do you ever wonder what to do with your pals?
Start the day playing in the park.
Follow that up with an afternoon nap.
And then on to happy hour…