I woke up from my nap and I was just sitting here thinking about things. For instance, take a look at my foot.
- Hemingway ponders the colors on his feet.
I have really black fur and then really white fur. How does the hair know what color it should be? What happens if the white hairs jump across that invisible line? If a black hair shows up in the white, should I pull it? How does my fur know to make a nice clean line there on my foot? If I get my nice white foot muddy will Mom get mad? I’m thinking I probably already know the answer to that one!
How come my fur is shiny and black and Shakespeare’s fur is long, fluffy and shades of orange? What would I look like if my fur was orange?
Have you ever sat and stared at dirt? I do it all the time. Mom has some plants in the house and she can’t understand why I’m so fascinated with staring at the dirt. Have you ever noticed all the different colors and textures? It’s like staring into a mud puddle or looking at those white fluffy things in the sky and making pictures in your mind. I can do that with dirt. It’s fun. You should try it sometime!
Ok, I’ve thought enough. It’s time to go chase Shakespeare!!
I don’t know where Hemingway is but the computer is free and I’m going to use it while I can. That Hemingway thinks he owns it just ‘cuz he’s bigger and older. Well, I’m younger and more agile and besides that………..I’m smarter!!!
Treats are very important to both of us. We love it when Mom gives us treats. She makes Hemingway do tricks to get his treats but she knows I don’t have time for stupid tricks. I just want the treats!!! When she comes home from work she feeds the dog and that means we get treats. Most of the time I don’t even bother to greet her at the door. I just go sit on my “throne” (which is the lid on the metal container that holds our food) and wait for my treats. I always have lots of time afterwards to greet Mom but I keep my priorities straight!
Do you like bread? I would like to kiss the human who invented bread. I just love it! Whenever Mom has some bread I just talk up a storm trying to convince her to give me some. Most of the time it works, but sometimes she doesn’t like to share. Isn’t that wrong? Aren’t you humans supposed to share??
Hemingway loves to go outside but I don’t like it. When that wind hits me it scares me and I get frantic as I try to find the magic entrance to the house. Maybe when it gets warmer I might enjoy going out for a little bit but Mom has to be around so she can let me back into the house right away. I’m still kind of young even though I’ve had my one year birthday. I’ve got lots of learning to do.
Well, I guess I better go for now. I think Hemingway is awake and he’ll probably try to take over the computer again. Yep………it’s that sharing thing again. I have to learn more about sharing and how I can benefit from it.