I'm a big dog. I can admit when I'm wrong.
I have an apology to make. It's to John. John the first, John Junior, and Johns the 3rd, 4th, and 5th.
Remember in my last post when I said that I was the first hotel dog on the island? Well, that was a lie. Not really a lie, I didn't actually know that at the time, but I have learned through the woofvine that John the 5th who lives at the Waddling Dog near Saanichton, wasn't the first dog to do so. That honour belongs to John the first, the basset hound who was the resident dog from way back in 1990 until 1998. See, how could I have known? That was way before I was born!
It turns out that their hotel has had five basset hounds working for them over the last 20 years, all of them named John. Anyways, I'm sorry for saying that I was the first. But there's a big difference between John and his successors and me. They all lived at their hotel full-time, 24 hours a day. Not me, oh no siree. I work regular 40 hour weeks and then I go home in the evenings and on weekends. So I'm the first dog to do that, anyways, work like a human.
And work it is, I tell ya. Here I was, feeling all bad for slighting the basset hounds up the road and trying to stay on my best behaviour. Well, this female human came into lower
I could have snatched it when she wasn't looking. I was torn with the devil dog on one shoulder just saying to go for it and the angel dog on the other shoulder saying that I should just walk away. So I compromised. I casually wandered over to the human and ever-so-gently put my chin on her lap, my beautiful brown eyes gazing up at her longingly. Please, just a bite, that's all I ask...
Did it work? Um, no. She ate the ENTIRE thing, breaking tiny pieces off and passing each one past my nose for me to catch a whiff before popping them into her mouth. I left my chin on that silly human's lap for nearly 30 minutes of agonizing pain and all for nothing!
Karma, is this your way of getting back at me?
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