Thursday, June 13, 2013
June 13. Day 164. Dog gone.
The fact is Sir Rumple thinks he is a person. He sleeps in bed with his head on the pillow. He sits on the couch and watches TV. He is the only dog I have ever met who never does any doggy business on a walk. Ever. The vet/dog trainer says that not marking every tree is the sign of an exceptionally well trained and respectful dog. I should take that as an ultimate compliment but I suspect it is untrue.
Leg cocking and doggy doo bags are the stuff of dogs and Rumple can not see how that applies to him. So today I thought I should connect him with his dogginess. We went to the dog park, our first experience of such an establishment - and Rumple loved it. It has to be said, however, there weren't any other dogs at the park. Had any of that bum sniffing, arse licking behaviour been on display I reckon we'd have been out of there declaring that the place had gone to the dogs.