Danny and Maui
I’m back! It is I, Danny the Dog, everyone’s favorite dog. I took a few days off from my writing chores so my human, Andrew, could use the computer. He had to work on some book he’s writing. I told him I’d do it for him, but no, he told me that I don’t write in his style. Well duh! I could have told him that. My style of writing is so much better his.
If I remember correctly, I once told you how fearless I am. And I am fearless. However, I have a story to convey that I am not proud of. I was not going to tell you about it, but Andrew says that if I’m going to write about myself, I have to tell of my foibles as well as my strengths. I didn’t know I had foibles, but if I do, perhaps I should see a vet and have them looked at.
Well, I’ve dilly-dallied long enough. Here’s my sad tale.
Andrew has this friend—a female friend. Yeah I know. I too was surprised that he had a friend, let alone a female friend. But during my long life, I’ve been witness to stranger things. So this friend, whose name is Suzanne, came to visit last week and she brought her dog with her.
Now, I am a nice dog . . . a peaceful dog am I. I come from a long line of peace-loving dogs. In fact, my father was so peace-loving he only bit the mailman once a week. But as all of my canine readers will attest to, when a new dog comes onto your turf (or boat in my case), you have to assert your dominance. And in this instance, that was not going to be a problem.
The little critter was tiny. I wasn’t sure if it was a dog or a hairy rat. Andrew, knowing my ways, tied me to a tree so I couldn’t get to the little monster. But I wasn’t giving up. I barked my head off and strained against that insidious leash. And ultimately my efforts paid off, but now I wish they hadn’t. The leash was tied to a thin branch and it finally broke, freeing me to go and teach that interloper a lesson. I wasn’t going to hurt her, just let her know who was boss.
I ran full force right at the little thing, and instead of cowering or running away as any normal small dog should do, she turned and faced me, bared her teeth and started barking . . . at me! I was so unprepared for that turn of events, I screeched to a halt—and this is the hard part to tell—turned tail and ran. I ran right to the boat, jumped inside and hid under the bed. And do you want to know what the worst part was? As I ran, I could hear Andrew laughing.

The conclusion of my sad story is that eventually, I made friends with the little terror. Her name is Maui, and for a little female rat-dog, she’s not a bad sort. But she does tend to boss me around a bit much—too much if you ask me.
As for Andrew, he will never let me forget my moment of mortification. Sometimes when he’s at the computer, he’ll break out laughing, turn to me, and in a sickening, sugary voice say, “How’s my big, brave doggie doing? You better watch out, there are a few mean-looking cats around!”
I could just strangle him at times—that is, if I had thumbs.
I have to be going. I have an appointment at the vet’s to get my foibles checked out.
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Don’t fret too much, Danny. We all have moments of “weakness” that we’d just as soon forget. But in case Andrew hasn’t told you, these are the types of things that make us stronger. I mean… Now that you know the worst that can happen, I bet you’ll never back down from a little rat ruffian again; they don’t have anything on Danny the Dogged Warrior. You are my hero 🙂
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Thank you, Tina. My ego needed a little boost. Not much mind you, just a little. So, I’m your hero? Why not tell me of all my heroic traits? If they’re too long to list in this venue, you can send me a letter.
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In a nutshell, Danny, you seek adventure fearlessly and pursue what you want tenaciously. You also exemplify that courage isn’t the absence of fear, but rather feeling fear and acting in spite of it. If that isn’t the epitome of courage and heroism, nothing is. I might add that a key element in all of this is humility. And I know you don’t have a problem with that 🙂
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You’ve got that right, Miss Tina (the one and only ….”little rat ruffian” indeed!
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Danny, you are a most excellent dog. I would not have laughed. Ffs, look at the perkiness of that little mutt… I would have turned tail and run, too. At least it’s now out in the open. Humans reckon they feel better after a confession. You can put the whole traumatic affair behind you and move on. And that human of yours could help by feeding you lots of luscious treats till you start feeling better… which might be a long time, huh? Wink Wink! 😉😉
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I must agree with you. I am “a most excellent dog.” And if I can play the victim card with Andrew to get a few more treats . . . I most definitely will.
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Go for it! He probably feels guilty for laughing anyway. If he doesn’t, you need to practice your doleful reproachful look a bit more… I can send Indi round to coach you, he’s a master at it! 🐶
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Discretion is the greater part of valor, Danny, and you are discrete! Just think of my foible – I get whacked around by a cat. Admittedly he occasionally allows me to smell his butt but I share the couch with him. Maybe I’m the one who needs to see the vet?
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I’ve got good news. The vet said my foibles were in great shape. I like cats. I think it’s because our personalities are so similar. It’s dogs that I have a problem with.
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Glad to here your foibles are OK. I am not scheduled for a vet visit for several months, but will ask when I see her!
Angel
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Oh No! Just proves you are a peaceful dog! Think about it, tearing into Maui would have been a disaster for Andrew. Suzanne & her little terror never to be seen again! Take the kidding. You know you want Andrew to be happy. Play along, you’ll get more treats! 🐶 Sammy & Charley
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Of course, I’m a peaceful dog. Isn’t obvious from my picture how loving and peaceful I am? And as long as treats are involved, I’ll try to be good.
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Reblogged this on Andrew Joyce and commented:
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Don’t worry Danny, I promise not to tell anyone. You look pretty cool to me. Love from Holly the rescue dog x
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Hi Holly — I do look pretty cool, don’t I?
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Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
I have missed Danny the dog and whilst I do appreciate that as a writer Andrew needs to be at the computer to promote his new book Resolution (check back here later for a fanfare) I think it is time that Danny had his own notebook to compose on. After all he is a dog of letters and I am sure if he had gone to university he would have a degree in doggeral by now. Anyway Danny do not worry about this little incident.. my husband also experiences these moments from time to time which is why we have a shed! Good to have you back on the Story Reading Ape..
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I must agree with you , Sally. I should have at least a notebook. But will that cheap so-and-so buy me one? Noooo!!! He just just jealous of my writing prowess. I must admit, I do have a lot of prowess even if I do say so myself. And I do..
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If it was not for your modesty Danny you would be perfect! hugs…
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Tell him you will eat the cats for breakfast..woof… I would if I got hold of the pesky cats round here, they yowl all night. Got to ask though, how to you get so much time on the computer? All my mistress does is write,write and more writing…I have to beg or get in quick when she leaves it to get a cuppa…..humans…woof..never understand them……Bye Danny got gekos to chase, woof Saangchai.
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Saangchai — I have no problem getting computer time. Andrew rather lie around all day swilling vodka than write. When he finally passes out, I have all the computer time I want. Sometimes I even go into his manuscript file and tweak his stupid novel. Making it a whole lot better. He never notices.
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Woof…yeh so if I get my mistress some voddy then I can have the PC..Thanx Danny you are a mate ,woof Saangchai
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Nelly the Newf told me to say “Those little dogs are just a lot of noise. Ignore ’em. I do.”
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Nelly — sometimes those little buggers are hard to ignore with incessant yapping. And they look so tantalizing.
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Danny, don’t feel embarrassed about that. Be embarrassed that you allowed Andrew, a foolish human, to threaten you with “mean cats.” On the other paw . . . anyhoo, what did you do to get back at him for laughing at you??
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I’m still plotting my revenge. You know, “Best served cold . . . etcetera . . . etcetera . . . etcetera . . .
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