It's that time of year that my other food starts to emerge. It is called grass and it grows in the ground but it goes away up here in the winter when it is cold. It turns brown and then it is not fun to eat. But lately on our walks, I see a blade here and there and I run over to snag a little bit - it's been so long. Joan says that the dog doctors don't know why dogs like grass. Some people think it calms our stomachs; others think that our diet lacks vegetables. I don't know and I don't care except that I like to eat some now and then!
The problem was yesterday it snowed again - not much but enough to cover the ground and my grass.
But today it is gone again - the snow that is. Joan says that the funny thing is that I don't eat grass in my backyard - just grass when we are on walks. Which is true. I have too much going on in my backyard to have time to eat grass. I've got to watch out for squirrel invaders who come down the oak tree or jump from the house roof, garage roof, or fence onto the oak tree! There is also a bunny invader who lurks around the raspberry bushes (I saw him tonight and tried to get him and Joan yelled at me!). There are also sticks that fall down from the oak tree and I like to chew on them - Joan yells at me about that too. No chewing sticks! I do it anyway, of course. Occasionally there are cars and humans who go down our alley and I need to watch out for them too. Mostly, they just go by but if they happened to come into our yard, well, that definitely would not be okay!
Last week, some guys came over and came into the backyard. Joan was here and I was in the backyard. We were all there. They were looking at the backstairs. I was barking at them because they don't seem right - you know, first of all they are men. I don't trust men very often on first meeting. Really there is no second - only firsts. I don't trust them, that's it! Joan told me to stop barking but I barked again a little bit later just to remind them that I'm boss and don't try any funny stuff back here. They didn't - they left.
I just have to complain a bit. Joan has not been home every night this week. It is not fair. She says she has to do things like teach her classes and go to schools to help teachers and swim in the pool but I don't think these are really good reasons. I get really needy when this happens. Today I had to bring Joan's slipper into the living room with me. The other day, I had to bring her mitten. The day before that, it was her running shoe. Lucky for me, she at least lets me snuggle with her when she gets home. I get to lie on the couch with her. One night this week, though, she also let me sleep in her bed! I heard talking to someone and went upstairs and she let me on her bed. She was talking into that small metal thing. I snuggled up and stayed there all night. However, I think she didn't like it so much because she kept waking up and then waking me up!
Anyway, it's clear Joan needs me around here to watch the homestead while she is out galavanting around town (or what she calls work). Yeah, right. As long as I get to bring a Joan-smelling memento to my bed while she's gone, I'm okay! Gotta love those running shoes. They smell GREAT!
