Post by dylan on Jul 10, 2012 5:01:23 GMT -5
I love a parade! Once a year, a bunch of pack leaders and their puppies gather on the moving den trail, cheering and marching and singing, and every year my pack leader takes me down to the end of the property line to cheer back. All my friends wave at me - even friends I didn't know I had! And talking about friends, just take a look at what a couple of my companions trained their pack leaders to do for them.
Now, that's styling! However, I don't think they were so lucky as I am. After all, all these puppies are marching along the moving den trail just to pay homage to me and the pack. How do I know this? Because they throw candy at our pack, which the pack leader says I can't have, but that's okay because they also gave me dog biscuits. I counted six of them! I ate two of the biscuits right away, but the pack leader said I had to save the rest for later. I thought this was very unfair, but you just don't argue with the leader of the pack.
But that's not all that happened! Afterward, the pack made one of those fire things and cooked up hotdogs and hamburgers. I got all kinds of tidbits from the puppies when the pack leader wasn't looking. I was so full, the meal in my dog dish didn't even look appetizing.
Guess what happened next? The smell of all that good food brought a bear down from the woods the next day! Beasties, did I get mad! No bear is going to steal my my food stash. I had to chase him off two times before he finally got the hint that I'm not sharing. The puppy named Big John, who really should be called Tall John because he's tall, not big, saw it all and was so proud of me. He had gone fishing the week before and was smoking up salmon. He gave me some salmon, and then, because he was so proud, he gave me some more.
I've been taking up guard duty nearby Big John's den ever since, and even brought my mammoth along to help out. I'd let my mammoth have some salmon, but he never eats it fast enough, so I help him out. My usual meal has been sitting in the food dish for two days now, but I'm letting the cats nibble at it. I'm holding out for more salmon.
Now, that's styling! However, I don't think they were so lucky as I am. After all, all these puppies are marching along the moving den trail just to pay homage to me and the pack. How do I know this? Because they throw candy at our pack, which the pack leader says I can't have, but that's okay because they also gave me dog biscuits. I counted six of them! I ate two of the biscuits right away, but the pack leader said I had to save the rest for later. I thought this was very unfair, but you just don't argue with the leader of the pack.
But that's not all that happened! Afterward, the pack made one of those fire things and cooked up hotdogs and hamburgers. I got all kinds of tidbits from the puppies when the pack leader wasn't looking. I was so full, the meal in my dog dish didn't even look appetizing.
Guess what happened next? The smell of all that good food brought a bear down from the woods the next day! Beasties, did I get mad! No bear is going to steal my my food stash. I had to chase him off two times before he finally got the hint that I'm not sharing. The puppy named Big John, who really should be called Tall John because he's tall, not big, saw it all and was so proud of me. He had gone fishing the week before and was smoking up salmon. He gave me some salmon, and then, because he was so proud, he gave me some more.
I've been taking up guard duty nearby Big John's den ever since, and even brought my mammoth along to help out. I'd let my mammoth have some salmon, but he never eats it fast enough, so I help him out. My usual meal has been sitting in the food dish for two days now, but I'm letting the cats nibble at it. I'm holding out for more salmon.
