Good Evening Puppers and Kittehs!
Isn't life jolly
Theres nothing better than a good snifferoo in the lovely autumness with your Mother Dearest lugging on behind... Why do those humans insist on accompanying us on adventures??? They don't sniff, number 1, number 2, read peemails. Oh Dog, one of lifes mysteries I suppose.
I should introduce you to my cousins that came on the walk with us! This is Gus and his big sister Jade. Gus is a long haired Weimeraner and Jade is a Hungarian Viszla.
Gus is a big doofusy, gangly thing and Jade is a bossy britches. Gus has to wear one of those embarassing pony bridle things cos hes like really huge and rambunctious. His Mum hasn't found the joys of a walking belt yet!
It was good to share some snifftimes with the relations!
Don't I look cautious and responsible...
I did some MD inspectoring at our sled dog clubs CaniDen:
Testing the floor for hardiness and sleepability...
Testing the wood for scents and left side body comfort...
Having a nap after all that strenuous testing...
I'm going to add more "dislikes" to the many I have explained to my faithful followers over my bloggytimes.
This doesn't include puddles (good for slurping), lakes (great for schwimming), rivers (fantastic for paddling and sneaky number 1s). All of which are quite enjoyable on a day out.
I must narrate to you all a little tale...
There once was a dog by the name of, lets say for the sake of good storytelling his name was Koda. He arrived at the CaniDen with his Mum in the pouring rain. The look of disgust on his face was priceless like the mastercard advertisements on TV. He looked anxiously out the fogged up windows of the KodaMobile and turned up his schnoz.
The crowd gathered, the rain bucketed down harder and faster and wetter than before. The harness and walking belt came out. The Mum made the scaredycat hound don his harnessclothes and opened the KodaMobile door... "Come on, Out!" she roared like the Hungarian Horntail from Harry Potter.
A paw extended gingerly out onto the sopping ground. The claws curled, the expressionears screamed "ARGH" and the hounds head portrayed a face like thunder. On the tallest tiptoes, the hound named for the sake of this story Koda, emerged ears down with the tail between legs.
For the Mum in this tale had not advised the dog named Koda that they were participating in a Canicross (doggy drags swearing panting human heffalump around course of 3km approx, if human survives then history is made)
The start line buzzed with humans and their doggy towtrucks. The dog called Koda for the sake of a good character representation looked out, the disgust returned and somepeoples referred to said pup as "a pansy", "a wussypants", "a softie". I don't know who this dog is but he sure sounds like a pansywussypantsoftie to me!
The race started blah blah and it ended blah blah blah. No exciting things to mention there apart from the human accompanying the Kodahound survived, barely.
I even donned a costume to pretend I was the KodaDog and posed for a couple of shots, illustrations you may call them:
Here I am posing as the KodaDog shaking off the raindrops that fell on my head:
And here I am the KodaDog slightly less dripping and asking the Mum for water...
Mr Koda MD
Adding storytelling and acting to my CV