Our wee dog Toby has become the World’s Greatest Peeanist.
When he discovered that his nightly pee at 10 p.m. earned him a bedtime snack, he developed an overactive bladder. For a long time, for some reason, he needed two bedtime pees in the backyard.
A few months ago, only three pee trips would bring him relief. And last night, he adjusted his routine to include a fourth bedtimer, this one at 7 p.m. Tonight, he is again on track for four backyard bushwhackers.
He is startled to discover that only his final, final pee wins him some kibble but the gambit pays off as it is not always the same person who escorts him on all four pee offs so he scores additional treats just often enough to keep him scheming.
Apparently, poodles, even tiny ones, are the world’s second smartest dog (next to the border collie). I am willing to testify, in court if it comes to that, that this intelligence assessment is right on!
I am a 72-year-old retired journalist, busy recovering from a lifelong career as an unretired journalist. This year marks a half century of my scratching out little fables about life. My interests include genealogy, humour and music. I live in a little blue shack in Canada and spend most of my time trying to stay out of trouble. I am not that good at it. I also spent years teaching journalism. Poor state of journalism today: My fault. I have a family I don't deserve, a dog that adores me, and two cars the junk yard refuses to accept. My prized possessions include my old guitar and a razor my Dad gave me when I was 14 and which I still use when I bother to shave. Oh, and my great-great-grandfather's blackthorn stick he brought from Ireland in the 1850s. I have only one opinion but it is a good one: People take too many showers.
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