Monday, June 16, 2008

Adjusting to Life Back at Home (by: Carlo)

Adjusting to life back at home hasn’t been exactly easy. Things are different now. As I mentioned in a previous blog, I now have to stay at home when my puppy raiser goes to work. My puppy raiser and her SGF (special guy friend) built a gate on the side of the house for me. We have a pool in our backyard, so my puppy raiser thought it would be a good idea to fence off the side yard, thus creating a safe haven for me… otherwise known as… dog run. Errrr... I don’t think so!

I guess the idea was good in principle. But, the reality of it is this... I don’t really consider myself a dog. Dog run... what was she thinking? So, I took Lucky’s advice. Lucky told me that if I did what she used to do... howl and make lots of noise, I could stay INSIDE the house. So, that’s what I did! My pal worked from home a few days to see how I would do in the dog run. Each time she put me out there, she gave me kong toy stuffed with peanut butter. I guess that was to ease the pain of having to be in a dog run. Not one to pass up a yummy treat, I enjoyed my treat and licked up all the peanut butter. But, as soon as I finished, I started whimpering... then I’d let out a few soft barks… and finally I would break into the most agonizing howls you had ever heard. Talkin’ about singin’ the blues… I was out there with the likes of Muddy Waters and B.B. King!

My pal was quite shocked that I even knew how to howl. Growing up I had always been the quiet sort. In fact, when she was raising me to be an assistance dog, she could never even teach me the “speak” command. She even enlisted Lucky and Ashley’s help… but nope, I never barked a word. I felt there was no need to. But, while I was off in dog college some of my dog buddies taught me how to howl and bark. They said it could be useful. And, boy were they right! Every time my pal tried putting me in that dog run... I howled the most pitiful song ever! And, sure enough, it didn’t take long before my pal came to my rescue and freed me. I knew I had really achieved success when my pal finally let out a loud sigh after rescuing me the for the umpteenth time and said, “Carlo, my sweet boy, maybe we should just leave you in the house with Lucky.” Heck yeah!!!

Now that we’ve reached the mutual understanding that I belong in the house, life couldn't be better! So, let that be a lesson to all you out there... if you want something... start howling!

P.S. This blog was written for Zucchini’s puppy raiser (now known as Nick's puppy raiser). She thought I wasn’t writing about this stuff previously cause I was embarrassed. Nahhhh, I wasn’t embarrassed... I was just too busy enjoying the comforts of being in the house to write in my blog... ;-)

1 comment:

Andros said...

Sounds like you are doing well!