You know, I've been thinking...yes, I do that. A lot! I have the time, what can I say. Labor Day for dogs isn't all it's cracked up to be. IF I'm lucky I might be taken for a walk and, as I've already mentioned before, the leash is an ENTIRELY other blog topic. IF I'm lucky I might even get some leftovers from the bbq my humans are planning. But for the most part, it isn't that exciting.
If I attended school, I could see how the last weekend before classes starting would be useful. I don't go to school
If I worked, I would understand how a 3-day weekend would be quite pleasant. I don't work.
If I had a credit card and could take advantage of all the Labor Day Weekend sales there are out there, (HINT, HINT!! Free Shipping and Cut-backs at www.wesellpetsupplies.com!) I would be somewhat excited. I don't own a credit card and have no place to put it if I did.
Dog sigh. I suppose I'm going to have to settle for sitting on my human's lap while they jabber away with their friends and neighbors about all kinds of things that I don't understand. For instance...the make and model of the neighbor's newest automobile. Give me just one chance to scratch myself inside and I'm on it! Or my human's newest color of lipstick that would look fabulous on the neighbor's wife. Lipstick!! OMD (that would be Oh My Dog, btw...) Have no idea why my human wants to put paint on their face. I usually try to lick it off if it lands on me and trust me when I say that it has happened in the past. They spent two days painting the hallway and half of it got on me. What? Looks guilty. They put down a...a...snaps paws while trying to think of the word....drop cloth! That's it. Who was I to know that I wasn't supposed to be underneath it or under-foot, for that matter. I suppose it serves me right. Dog grin. =) It was a TON of fun!
Back on topic: Labor Day for a Dog
So all in all, I think I'd rather go to the nearest Dog Park, be allowed to run around for hours with my fellow paw pals, sniff and mark and yap to my heart's content! That's a Labor Day for me! And probably for a ton of other dogs, too.
Let us rise up in unison and declare it Labor Dog Day since it is we who give so much attention and love (and saliva) to our humans! Let us BOL *Bark Out Loud* for all us dogs (and other pets, too) who are forced to press our little faces up against the patio door just to be let inside.
I declare September 5th...Labor Dog Day in honor of all dogs.
Friday, September 2, 2011
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
A Long Day
As all dogs know, our days are full of constant excitement and movement and adventure. From the moment we wake up we are on a mission; a mission to abolish every moving thing around us, to demolish and destroy every possible distraction, and to eat as much as we can, be that food or other item of interest. We find it very difficult to be at peace unless we're asleep.
This is what we need humans for. To pet us so that we feel comforted. To feed us since it was they who demanded domesticity. To entertain us since they are the ones who have put a fence around the yard. And to love us unconditionally since we do the same for them. It is a two-way street, it seems. We provide you with, hopefully, years of adoration. Please do the same for us.
In turn, you might be rewarded. Comical moments of hilarity that you can feel free to post on Facebook or tweet about on Twitter, to share with your friends via a text or SMS message, and plenty of opportunities for Christmas cards. Trust me when I say that we allow this. It does not happen by accident.
The reason I know this....I am dog. In every way possible. I've lived it and will continue to put up with the cute clothes, the plush toys, the sticky fingers of kids wanting to pet me at the park, and the leash. Oh the leash. That is an entirely other conversation.
In conclusion, I will say this. Humans aren't all that bad in the grander scheme of things. You do us a great honor, as well. Flea medications and fluffy-frilly beds that feel like heaven after a long dog-day. Sensationally tasty treats that come in the shapes of bones. We'll forgive you the trips to the veterinarian if you forgive the presents we sometimes tend to leave under the dining room table.
Most importantly, you give us love. Pure and simple. I hope that all of my fellow dogs out there are as lucky and as blessed as I am. May we all live long, healthy, and happy lives with humans who can't stand leaving us home alone. ~ Chug
This is what we need humans for. To pet us so that we feel comforted. To feed us since it was they who demanded domesticity. To entertain us since they are the ones who have put a fence around the yard. And to love us unconditionally since we do the same for them. It is a two-way street, it seems. We provide you with, hopefully, years of adoration. Please do the same for us.
In turn, you might be rewarded. Comical moments of hilarity that you can feel free to post on Facebook or tweet about on Twitter, to share with your friends via a text or SMS message, and plenty of opportunities for Christmas cards. Trust me when I say that we allow this. It does not happen by accident.
The reason I know this....I am dog. In every way possible. I've lived it and will continue to put up with the cute clothes, the plush toys, the sticky fingers of kids wanting to pet me at the park, and the leash. Oh the leash. That is an entirely other conversation.
In conclusion, I will say this. Humans aren't all that bad in the grander scheme of things. You do us a great honor, as well. Flea medications and fluffy-frilly beds that feel like heaven after a long dog-day. Sensationally tasty treats that come in the shapes of bones. We'll forgive you the trips to the veterinarian if you forgive the presents we sometimes tend to leave under the dining room table.
Most importantly, you give us love. Pure and simple. I hope that all of my fellow dogs out there are as lucky and as blessed as I am. May we all live long, healthy, and happy lives with humans who can't stand leaving us home alone. ~ Chug
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