Danny’s Affinities…

First, I would like to introduce myself. I am Danny the Dog and I live on a boat with my human, Andrew. He’s okay … for a human. But today I want to talk about two of my most favorite things in the world.

I want to tell you about my love of hot dogs—chicken hot dogs in particular. Every morning when I take Andrew out for his walk, after we come back, he’ll give me a hot dog. This is something new in our relationship, but I’m not complaining. The thing is that Andrew is so malleable, I have conned him into giving me a second hot dog.

Allow me to explain. I have it down to single-bark commands. The way it works is that I’ll bark once if I want Andrew to do something for me. If he doesn’t hop to within thirty seconds, I bark again, just once. That usually does it. I seldom have to bark a third time. So, after I finish my morning hot dog, I give the command and Andrew brings me another one. I always try for a third, but Andrew isn’t that well trained … yet.

Now on to my next great joy—chasing anything with wheels on it. Don’t you just love to bark at and chase cars? Well, I do. I must admit, I don’t always do it, but when I do, I do it with a vengeance. Once, Andrew had me tied to a tree while he was communing with nature or whatever he does when he’s around trees (I use trees for a completely different purpose). We were behind this building and a big truck, an eighteen-wheeler, came by. I couldn’t resist. I went after it full force. But wouldn’t you know it? The damn leash stopped me two feet from the damn truck! The driver slammed on his brakes and had a pained look on his face because he thought he had run me over. So it wasn’t all for naught.

The last thing I want to tell you about is the time I bounced off the wheel of a pickup truck. Somehow I connived to get off the leash that Andrew insists I be tethered to 24/7. Anyway, he was distracted by something and our neighbor, Beth, came tooling by in her truck. It was too good an opportunity to pass up and I tore out after the offending vehicle. Well, I’m embarrassed to say so, but I misjudged my trajectory and hit the front wheel dead center and bounced off. Poor Beth thought she had run me over. Andrew had a heart attack. And I just stood there with a dazed look and a grin on my face. After all, when Beth stopped, I had won—I had captured the truck!

That’s about it for now. If I hurry, I might be able to catch a few cars before Andrew finds out I’m not on the leash.

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39 thoughts on “Danny’s Affinities…

  1. You are my idol! Two whole hot dogs?

    Mom only lets me have small chunks of hotdogs, and then only once a month – when she thinks she’s hiding my pill to get me to take it (yeah right – as if our noses couldn’t smell those pills a mile away). But I’ve got her trained to give me another chunk the second I gulp down the first, so I try to swallow #1 without chewing. Those pills taste nasty!

    She hates it when I bark, so I do a little low growl to get her attention, then I give her “the look.” If that doesn’t work I offer a high-five, and that generally gets her to fork over one more chunk.

    But if you don’t stop chasing those cars and trucks you’ll spend the rest of your days on the end of a leash. I hate to be tethered more than I love running after things.
    Woof! TINK

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    • Of course it was well done. I was involved. Wait a minute … are you saying the story was well written or my actions in the story were well done? I guess it doesn’t matter, everything I do is done to perfection. Even when I pretend to be humble.

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  2. Danny dear, I am NOT encouraged to hear you chase trucks. My two leggeds very first dog, Jeffrey, used to chase cars and almost got killed one day. I am happy that the dogs you are eating are chicken dogs and not beef. Better for your circulatory system. Love, Angel

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