Well, there’s exciting! It appears my fame knows no limits. As is right and proper. Although probably best to draw a veil over being famed as “the slightly mental broken Bernese”. Because that’s just rude. But hey, any publicity, as they say!
Anyway, I’m getting ahead of myself. How have I become aware of my burgeoning reputation? I hear you ask, dear reader. Well, here’s the thing.
My lead
I am coming to understand that The Lead is a very important item, and carries with it a host of complex social and behavioural obligations. My early experiences were decidedly mixed, but They have persevered, and I think I’m getting it now. One can say a lot with a lead.
Ma-naa-na-n-na <ba-boom-ty-boom>
Ma-naa-na-n-na <ba-boom-ty-boom> …
On the day I was born … well, actually, I have no idea what the nurse said. Probably “Aww, how cute”. It’s an easy mistake to make.
When I have visitors I am Perfect Pup. I greet them shyly, make friends, then settle down to gentle play or a solid snooze, cementing my image as That Beautiful Well-Behaved Dog.
This is mere deception.
When the last guest waves good-bye; when the heavens open and the rain pours down; when the door shuts and leaves me alone with Them; then, I am … Hell Beast!
Escape bid interrupted by emergency snooze
Bam! Here I am! All a bit traumatic, but today I have mostly been being born. Awesome.
Well, OK, slight bit of dramatic licence; obviously I wasn’t blogging this the moment I popped out, there’s a little bit of sleight of hand, but hey, these things need marking somehow. Continue reading »