Sunday, September 28, 2014
On Friday I went out for a long drive to Central New South Wales with Mum and Dad. Apparently the power was being turned off for the day while the electricity people fixed something on the big pole behind the house. Dad said something about not wanting me to drool on the electricity people, but I'm sure that's not right. Everyone loves my drool and I'm always so excited to see people - I'm sure they don't mind being knocked over while I'm saying hello. I always apologise very nicely while they're on the ground with lots of licks and a bit of my drool. I'm getting very good at sharing my drool - it's a new thing with me.
Dad took two photos of me while we were out. Here is the one where I was actually looking at the camera. I'd just been for a nice walk in the bush behind the car. The smells! I have lots of nice smells at home, but the smells out here were all new to me and very interesting.
I had lots of trouble lifting my nose off the ground and walking back to the car. Mum said we couldn't stay out here all day sniffing the grass, but I couldn't see why. Mum didn't even sniff it once so I don't know what she meant by "we".
I had a wonderful day. I made Dad lift me in and out of the car every time we stopped - the man's got to have some fun in his life. The last time we got out of the car I nearly jumped out myself, but remembered in time that it was Dad's job. The temptation to jump out was due to my discovering a new taste sensation.
Have you ever heard of Paddle Pops? If you haven't you just have to get one! They are delicious. Mum bought me one, even though Dad kept telling her I wouldn't eat it (Mum knows me so much better). She reminded Dad that they used to buy milk shakes for Christie, her horse (no idea who Christie was but I'm sure she loved the milk shakes), so they could buy a paddle pop for a St Bernard. She opened this paddle pop thing in front of me and my nose started twitching as soon as she opened the pack. Then she held it in front of me and I thought I'd found Heaven! I moved forward and bit off the very end of the tail gate and took a bite (Mum miscalculated how far I could lean out of the car and not reach the delicious treat). Well! All I can say is, "Why wasn't I told about Paddle Pops ages ago?!" I'm ten months old after all. That's ten months where I could have been eating Paddle Pops and haven't been! I almost jumped out of the car to get the rest but remembered in time that this might upset Dad who was having so much fun lifting me in and out of the car. Once Dad had done his thing and handed my lead over to Mum I was right there looking up lovingly at the Paddle Pop and I even "Sat" without being told - I was so eager to get the rest of that treat inside me. Mum held on to the stick and made sure I couldn't get my teeth on it. That was OK. I have a feeling it would have tasted good too, but Mum said she didn't want a trip to the vets' so I couldn't have it. I slurped up every drop of the Paddle Pop and looked for more. Mum said she needed a bath before she could eat hers but Dad just got the water tank out so she could wash her hands and then - would you believe it! - they ate their own Paddle Pops without giving me so much as a lick! I tried my puppy dog eyes look, I tried a little whine, I even tried strings of drool, but nothing would convince them to share. I promised not to eat the whole lot and leave them a little bit, but nothing moved them. When those two selfish parents were finished we got back in the car (Dad made some comment about spoiled dogs but I know he must have been talking about some other dog.)
After that I heard Dad talking about making ramps so I could walk up into the back of the car myself on our next day out. Then Mum and Dad started talking about getting a friend for me and if we'd both fit in the back. Dad didn't think so, Mum was confident we would because she said she'd seen photos of two St Bernards in the back of a much smaller car. Dad said OK then, the ramps were definitely being built. Mum looked surprised. She told me later that I had bewitched Dad and she hoped my mate (whoever that is) will do the same. Dad even agreed to let Mum put a St Bernard sticker on the back of the car next to his Landrover Discovery group sticker.
The last think we did was stop at a shop so Dad could buy boring human food like milk and such for when we got home. While he was gone and Mum was reading I made friends through the car window with an old man who walked by. He was trying to get a good look at me through the smears on the glass when Dad came back. Dad told him I was just a pup. He asked how old I was and Dad asked Mum. She told him I was ten months old and the old man came up to Mum's window and started talking to her. Mum and Dad said he'd had a very interesting life - he was from an old pioneering farming family and had farmed all over Australia. He had farmed in all six states he said. Mum reminded Dad that we'd never have met him if it wasn't for me.
We then went home and Dad lifted me out, grumbling about needing those ramps and I escorted Mum to the house. She was hobbling a bit and complaining about her back, but I stayed close to offer moral support and I'm sure I made her feel a lot better. Then it was time to settle down and sleep and dream of a back porch full of Paddle Pops.
Lots of love from Cleo