Much barking and guarding to be done as people have kept coming and going. Big He is back and She's mother has been to stay - so new shoes to sniff which is always good. She who feeds me hasn't worn her walking shoes for a while which isn't so good, but I manged to get her into the big Green.She was talking to a friend so I almost got away with a bit of light rolling but she caught me before I'd got going.
I think She has something wrong with her nose.She doesn't understand smells. She wouldn't let me coat my fur in delightfulness on our walk today. She does not like the smell of deer excrement! How can she not like the complexity , the mixture of high and low notes, the pleasure of it! Words fail me.( Three ear flicks, a nose wrinkle, a head shake, and several difficult but elegant gestures with my tail expresses it perfectly I feel)
The males of the pack are good at smells and can between them produce an aroma that rivals deer excrement for potency and pungency. Big He's command of the language of scent is masterful. But when everyone is comfortable and enjoying the rich fetid stench of good smells - what does She do? I don't understand her. She complains, opens windows and flaps her arms, shouts and then sprays the room with what is called 'room fragrance.' Only someone with no sense of smell could like the aroma of fake flowers; it makes me sneeze .
I wonder if there is not something seriously wrong with She.I have tried to communicate this concern to Big He to no avail - he thinks I want to go outside and lets me out and then forgets about me for hours.
It is difficult being sensitive and caring in this pack; my intuitions are not
valued.
I think She has something wrong with her nose.She doesn't understand smells. She wouldn't let me coat my fur in delightfulness on our walk today. She does not like the smell of deer excrement! How can she not like the complexity , the mixture of high and low notes, the pleasure of it! Words fail me.( Three ear flicks, a nose wrinkle, a head shake, and several difficult but elegant gestures with my tail expresses it perfectly I feel)
The males of the pack are good at smells and can between them produce an aroma that rivals deer excrement for potency and pungency. Big He's command of the language of scent is masterful. But when everyone is comfortable and enjoying the rich fetid stench of good smells - what does She do? I don't understand her. She complains, opens windows and flaps her arms, shouts and then sprays the room with what is called 'room fragrance.' Only someone with no sense of smell could like the aroma of fake flowers; it makes me sneeze .
I wonder if there is not something seriously wrong with She.I have tried to communicate this concern to Big He to no avail - he thinks I want to go outside and lets me out and then forgets about me for hours.
It is difficult being sensitive and caring in this pack; my intuitions are not
valued.
posted by Nicky | 6:24 pm
1 Comments:
Hi Zorro, I know how you feel. Ihave given up rolling as I'm a very senior doggy now and it caused my pet person to ignore me and to keep making me wet. So, instead, I eat my delicious poo. My pet person doesn't compliment me on that either, even when I try to do, what I believe two legged creatures call 'kissing'. In fact she leaves the room! I really don't understand. I try to share the good things of life with my pet people but do they appreciate it? No. I will just have to persevere as they are very warm and cuddly people most of the time and they do give me good food and lovely long walks but, most of all, they make me laugh with their pranks!
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