Danny Wants to Play

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Danny Wants to Play

Danny the Dog
This is another communiqué from Dannyland. I’m Danny or to my fans, Danny the Dog.

Today, I’d like to tell you what happened this morning after I walked my human. As most of you know by now, my human’s name is Andrew. We live on the “Asun,” that’s the name of our boat. She’s named after my friend Suni. Andrew wanted to call her the Andrew, but I nixed that idea. I mean how narcissistic can you get? Well, in his case, a lot.

Before I can get to the events of this morning, I have to preface the story by telling you what happened two days ago. In a previous communication, I told you how I outsmarted Andrew and earned myself an hour of freedom. In addition, I reported that while running free, I came across a delicious treat and ate it. I’m not sure if it was the treat or what, but that night I got sick. So, I was a bit out of sorts for a day. Andrew made a big show of insouciance and told me it was my karma. He even went so far as to say God was punishing me for running away. By the way, don’t blame me for using big words. Andrew makes me learn a new one every morning before he’ll give me my daily hot dog.

Anyway, after being a little under the weather for a day, I was feeling frisky this morning. When we got back from our walk, Andrew drummed a new word into my head. Today’s word was enfilade. I’m a dog, when am I ever going to need to use a word like that? If he taught me a word like bratwurst, now that is something I could use. I think it’s German for hot dog. And speaking of foreign languages, why can’t he teach me French? I’ll love to go up to a pretty mademoiselle and say, “Je voudrais un hot dog.”

I’m getting away from my point. I was feeling good this morning and felt like playing. But would that old fart Andrew play with me? No, he wouldn’t! He sat there at his computer writing some silly story while I lay on the bed and begged him to come over and play with me. I gave a low growl to get his attention, then barked one bark. He looked at me and said, “If you want to play come over here, and I’ll scratch your head.” I didn’t want a scratch on the head. I wanted Andrew to get on the bed and roll around with me, and maybe rub my tummy. For twenty minutes, every few minutes, I’d give out with a single bark, all to no avail. But in the end, I did win. He gave me a hot dog to shut me up.

That was this morning. It is now mid-afternoon, and I still want to play, but Andrew is napping. Old people nap a lot. When I’m finished writing this, I’m going to jump up on the bed and lick Andrew on the face until he wakes up and plays with me. At the very least, I’ll get a hot dog.

By the way, tomorrow’s word is vociferous. He hasn’t told me what it means yet, but he did say my actions this morning inspired him to teach it to me.

Maybe it means hot dog in French.

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51 thoughts on “Danny Wants to Play”

  4. Ah! my cute little Danny . . . you know for a fact that I would play with you. Not only that, “je te donnerais aussi un deuxième chien chaud et un gros câlin (one for your human too)!” Maybe I’ll bring you back a little playmate from France — a French poodle — but don’t tell Mauï!

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      • My French is rudimentary but it is pretty easy to figure out, especially if one is a polyglot. Now, there’s a two and a one in there, Danny, along with hot dogs and hugs. (I just love alliteration!) Maybe the hot dogs are for Andrew and the hug is for you. And Danny? You really should know better than to repeat words for which you do not know the meaning. You could land yourself in hot water that way! Hai capito, mi amigo? (I’m a multicultural feline….meooow!)

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  5. Hey, Danny boy! I have to agree with Noelle, you are cute. And, being an author extraordinaire myself, I appreciate your writing talent, sense of humor, and impressive vocabulary. In fact, I think I’d play with you too…nunca se sabe. You are top dog – bon vivant! (Just so you don’t get too big a head . . . )

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  8. Hi Danny, Pinky the Cat here. I’m thinking today that being a cat has some benefits over being a dog. Mainly because we have claws. If I’m not getting what I want, I whip those babies out and dig in – furniture, door frames, my human’s leg. My human jumps up pretty quick, and I get to go outside for as long as I want. Then when I want to come in, I dig my claws into the window screen. Piece of cake. I wonder if I could use them to get a hotdog? Or better yet, to open a can of tuna! Hey, cute picture. You’re adorable…for a dog.

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  9. Hey Danny if you want playmate come and play with me woof..I love to run about and chew but don’t tell my human..my name is Saang Chai which in English means ” Sunny Heart ” I’ll play with you anyday woof

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