Danny Trains Andrew (Again)
Man oh man, did I have a restful sleep last night! Well, truth be known, the best part of my slumber was from 5:00 AM to about noon.
Hello fans o’ mine. It is I, Danny the Dog, here once again to regale you with my adventures.
I’m sure most of the planet knows me by now, but for those of you who live in the rain forest of Borneo, whenever the spirit moves me, I write about my adventures with my human. His name is Andrew and if he didn’t feed me every night, I wouldn’t mention him in my communiqués at all.
Andrew is so well trained that life has become somewhat boring. So about a week ago, I decided to spice things up a bit by throwing something new into the mix. And it turned out to be so much fun.
You see, Andrew is very, very indolent. If it were up to him, he’d live like Jabba-The-Hut. I mean he would stay in bed all day. Not that he would have a girl on a leash. Well, maybe—if he could get away with it. Why not? He keeps me on a leash!
Anyway, now to the fun part of my story.
Because Andrew is so lazy, he likes to sleep at least till mid-morning. You know, around 6:00 AM. I don’t really mind, I like to do the same; however, a week ago, I came up with a brilliant plan, if I do say so myself—and I do.
At this juncture, I must digress for a moment. You see, although I tolerate Andrew, I do not like sleeping with him. During the day, I have the bed all to myself, unless the lazy so-and-so decides to take a nap after a full day of doing nothing. Then I sigh, get up and go out to the galley (kitchen, to you landlubbers—we live on a boat). I like the floor there. It’s nice and cool. And of course, at night I sleep there. It’s better than sleeping with Andrew. Anything is better than sleeping with Andrew!
Okay, back to our story, already in progress.
This is now our life together. I wake up somewhere between 3:30 and 4:30 AM and start a low growl in the back of my throat. Then I start wagging my tail so that it hits the wall. The THUMP, THUMP, THUMP is enough to rouse the dead, let alone Andrew.
When I first started doing this, Andrew thought I wanted to go outside, so after cursing me under his breath (don’t think I didn’t hear that, Andrew!), he would get out of bed, get dressed, and open the door and go outside, expecting me to follow. He would stand there waiting for me to run out so I could do my “business.”
Instead, I made for the bed and stretched out, hogging it all for myself. This went on for a few days until Andrew got hip. But with the growling and tail wagging, he can’t sleep anyway. Now he is trained to get out of bed at my command and then I have it all to myself. He doesn’t mind too much. He says that at least he can get a little writing done while I’m sleeping.
Is he intimating that I interfere with his writing?
I’m allowing him the bed as I write these words. But in a few minutes, I’ll get him up and tell him to go to work. Someone has to write his stupid books, and I’m sure as heck not going to do it.
So that’s it. Not a heart-pounding or fur-raising story this time, but very informative if one wants to train one’s human.
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