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Cookie truck sighting…

Vigilant I stand. My wonky ear is tuned to the cookie truck frequency. Watching my human picking those “dastardly weeds” (if she only knew what I did on those, she’d double up the gloves… but I digress). So many threats on this sleepy little street. Two boxers walk by, giving the shifty-side-eye. I see you, my friends. Keep walking busters. This human is mine.

I recall the day I adopted this family. They were desperately in need of my services. Two fluff balls with claws invaded their territory some years ago and they needed a good chasing. Siamese howlers, I believe. No sense of humor at all but boy can they jump! A little cold nose in the nether-region is like feline rocket fuel. The mama cat, Chryso, is a little pudgy so the exercise is good for her. The baby howler, Druzy Q, is a neurotic mess. One cold sniff and she needs an extra dose of Xanax. Take yer meds and buckle up, sister! We have lift off!

Where was I?

Majestic? Yes, I have been called majestic. I was listed in the pound corgi and dachshund mix. A Dorgi, they mused. Can you believe someone gave up on me? Baseboard eating was my trademark shenanigans. My humans fell for me hook, line, and sinker. When we walk, peoples ask what I am. My human responds with Corgi and they all bobble-head in unison. Yes, the queens majesty right here. But dachshund? Nobody believes it. I kept them guessing my heritage for a year. DNA test, my fuzzy butt feathers! The groomer calls them feathers, but my human calls them flapper frizz because they dance when I waddle around the park.

TRUCK ALERT!

False alarm. It’s just that sketchy mailman, again. He must not have a dog at home because he drives by almost daily, just to get barked at. I take my duties seriously and give him the bucking bronco with a side of snarl and snort. He’s impressed.

I brought my most fascinating ball to entertain the human so we can stay outside and wait for a drive by cookie. Her attention span is only slightly longer than mine. One twitchy squirrel or shiny rock and we’re lost for the afternoon. My peoples are Rockhounds, you see. The orange ball was suppose to train in carnelian fetching. Honestly, it hasn’t improved her rockhounding skills but I love her anyway so I share my ball.

COOKIE TRUCK ZOOOOOOOOOOMS BY… I tried to give chase but my human said no. Until next time, Sasquatch.

Bear,
Sutherlin, Oregon