The day came when my two-week probation was over. I still chased my tail and spun–growling, barking, and snapping. That trainer guy said I do it when I’m stressed. Well, wouldn’t you be stressed if you were on probation?
I overheard the peeps talking one night.
FEMALE PEEP: “What in the world have we gotten ourselves into? We had a sedate life with Rex. He’s almost 11 and has mellowed out so much. Remember when he was a terror, full of piss and vinegar?”
MALE PEEP: “I do remember. He chewed up my reading glasses four different times, shredded numerous papers by holding them between his paws and gleefully spitting out the pieces, and tore through the house like a banshee with kleenex plucked out of the trash.”
FEMALE PEEP: “So what are we doing with a puppy in our lives again?”
MALE PEEP: “He’s a year and a half.”
FEMALE PEEP: “That’s still a puppy. And puppies come with problems.”
Me, a problem? Sure, I’m young, but I’ve got enthusiasm. I would call Rex an old codger, that would be a good word to describe him, not mellow. He doesn’t do much but eat, poop, pee, and lay around. Oh, he’ll chase a ball and retrieve it…he is Lab and Retriever for sure…but he doesn’t do much else.
Me, on the other hand, well, I’m different. Not just because I’m young, but, well, there’s a line in a song, or a title or something that goes like this….let me entertain you. I like to grab a discarded sock, throw it in the air, race around the room, fly from the sofa to the floor, to the chair and back again, all the while tossing and throwing the sock around. I do that with the tops off water bottles too. They make a crunchy sound in my mouth.
I like to say my life is filled with gusto, like when I go outside I don’t saunter to the watering area, I dash there, pee, dash to another spot, then pee some more. The big dog relieves himself in one long spurt in one location and it’s done. Me—I like variety and I make the most of every minute.
The thing is, as I listen to these new peeps, I wonder if they have the stamina to deal with me. After all, they’re old codgers too.
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NOTE: If you want to catch up with what happened in LBA (Life Before Adoption), you can look under “Charlie Chat” on the right. All the posts are there, and these new ones about LAA (Life After Adoption) will be there too. Watch for more of Something to Chew On by me, Charlie Bear, in the weeks ahead.
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