Happy Sunday to the F.O.S. I certainly hope the heat doesn't have any of you off your grub or miserable today. I know its hot enough to fry a hot dog and heat a nice side of mac n' cheese on the sidewalk (I might have tried it..)
You know, I was thinking yesterday that I prefer not go out with anyone but Dad. I will go out with Mom if I simply have no other option but... I will normally wait till Dad comes home. I have held some massive movements for HOURS at a time, waiting for Dear ol' Dad to saunter through the front door (getting that much blubber to saunter is NOT as easy at it might appear). There is a certain trust factor there between Dad and I that does not exist with anyone else in the world. He is my #1 when I am working on a #2.
I know that Dad will watch my back as I "do my business". I won't have to worry about kidnapping plots against me, sneak CHINJA warrior attacks, other weird dogs wandering into the yard while I'm vunerable, abduction by aliens or low flying hawks. That AND he takes the time to let me find "the right" spot.
Finding the right spot is, in itself, a ritual. Sometimes the spot speaks to me and I find it right away... sometimes I am forced to wander, aimlessly, looking for the spot. The earth speaks to me, so it might look like I'm ignoring people... when, in fact, I'm listening for the spot to call for me. I might stand and stare into space as though I'm in a trance. Its just me, listening for the call of Mother nature.
So, parents and Chin slaves, give us a chance to work the mojo before you get all upset and weird. We have a certain universal balance we are trying to achieve with our bowel movements. As it was in the ancient times, when our ancestors sat on the right hand of Royalty... we need time to go!!!
Have a joyous Sunday, Chins and Friends. Make it a day of walks and naps and good food and love for our family and friends. Mark Twain said "Let us live so that when we come to die, even the undertake will be sorry".
You know, I was thinking yesterday that I prefer not go out with anyone but Dad. I will go out with Mom if I simply have no other option but... I will normally wait till Dad comes home. I have held some massive movements for HOURS at a time, waiting for Dear ol' Dad to saunter through the front door (getting that much blubber to saunter is NOT as easy at it might appear). There is a certain trust factor there between Dad and I that does not exist with anyone else in the world. He is my #1 when I am working on a #2.
I know that Dad will watch my back as I "do my business". I won't have to worry about kidnapping plots against me, sneak CHINJA warrior attacks, other weird dogs wandering into the yard while I'm vunerable, abduction by aliens or low flying hawks. That AND he takes the time to let me find "the right" spot.
Finding the right spot is, in itself, a ritual. Sometimes the spot speaks to me and I find it right away... sometimes I am forced to wander, aimlessly, looking for the spot. The earth speaks to me, so it might look like I'm ignoring people... when, in fact, I'm listening for the spot to call for me. I might stand and stare into space as though I'm in a trance. Its just me, listening for the call of Mother nature.
So, parents and Chin slaves, give us a chance to work the mojo before you get all upset and weird. We have a certain universal balance we are trying to achieve with our bowel movements. As it was in the ancient times, when our ancestors sat on the right hand of Royalty... we need time to go!!!
Have a joyous Sunday, Chins and Friends. Make it a day of walks and naps and good food and love for our family and friends. Mark Twain said "Let us live so that when we come to die, even the undertake will be sorry".