Danny Wants to Play
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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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
Danny the dog is back in rude health following his last adventure when he ran away and ate something great smelling but toxic.. He is now hankering for bratwurst and the ability to speak French so he can chat up the local Chien de fatal. Andrew has his hands full..
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LOL – That about sums it all up Sally 😀
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Sally, sometimes your comments are better than our stories! LOL.
owwww, Zoe just nipped me!
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Tell Zoe to zip it.. remember the hand that feeds her… hugs
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“Zip it don’t nip it”….I like it!! And I will tell her, though she is likely to give me a little love bite then. After I’ve fed her, of course. Hugs back atcha!
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What can I say? I’m a multicultural dog.
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Bratwurst means NOT hot dog. Bratwurst is a sausage that has been barbecued. It is prepared different from a hot dog, you should not barbecue a hot dog because of its ingredients.
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Well . . . a bratwurst looks like a hot dog and is made of meat. Close enough for moi.
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It does not look like a hot dog – a hot dog is reddish, the Bratwurst is brown. With light sides, normally.
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You dare question Danny the Dog?
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I am GERMAN – I know all that is to know about a German Bratwurst.
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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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That stuff in the middle is what I always say. What does it mean?
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I’ll let Mauï translate it for you.
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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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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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I agree with Noelle too . . . I am cute!
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Danny, cute AND a rascal! My new term of endearment for you? Danny the Devil-Dog! Meant in the most loving way, of course, because you *know* I love chocolate–and especially cream-filled chocolate!!
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Danny, Andrew’s just jealous because you get all the girls. And of course you do….you are adorable and always smiling. What’s not to love??
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You’re right. All the girls love me.
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Great dog!
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I find myself agreeing with you. Imagine that!
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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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Hi Pinky . . . I got you beat (of course), I just bite Andrew if I don’t get my way. Needless to say, I’m the captain on our boat.
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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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“Saang Chai,” that sound Spanish. What part of Spain are you from? And woof right back at ya.
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Miles away Danny it’s Thai, I live in Phuket so woof right back at ya too woof.
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Danny, you’re so darned cute, I’d get up to play with you in a cold minute!
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Based on your picture, I’d play with you in a cold, hot, or in between minute. You’re a lot prettier than Andrew.
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Thank you Danny…I think. I was told to say hi from Elijah Moon and Angel and also tell Andrew to give you a nice pet (from me)!
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