Showing posts with label Ziggy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Ziggy. Show all posts

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

A DOG'S LIFE - THE ZIGSTER, AKA ZIGGY STARDUST

This morning I started thinking about Ziggy's life. He sleeps in our bed. He has plenty of healthy foods & vitamins. He gets treats & lots of attention, i.e. cuddles, petting, scratching, kisses. He has lots of toys & has fashioned a number of human games called tag, chase the kitchen towel or stolen napkin. In return, his responsibilities are to alert to a truck backing up (anywhere within hearing distance) or sirens, a stranger at the gate, approaching the house or Carol's arrival. He has to greet us enthusiastically and, when necessary, wait patiently to be toweled off. Sometimes he has to do tricks like sit, lie down, stay, wait, stop, to me. He has free medical care and his own rocking chair. As I watch him sleeping I started thinking..... maybe it would be nice to be Ziggy.

Monday, March 27, 2017

MY MUTT DISSED ME; HOW LOW CAN I GET?



Last night, as sleep time approached, Ziggy left our bedroom. Minutes later, I heard him whining quietly.

This is generally a first sign that he wants me to take him out or move to another room; something like that. But it wasn't a serious whine so I chose to ignore it.

But any cute mutt, worth his salt, knows how to manipulate his human.

And after a few minutes of gentle whining I got up, and walked to the hallway to see what was up. And there I found Ziggy, calmly sitting, staring at the (closed) door that leads to the guest bedroom.

Curious, I opened the door, turned on a night light & left Ziggy standing on the rug at the foot of the iron frame bed, BTW, it's the room where his crate resides. Maybe he wanted the security of his den?

I went back to reading in our bedroom & all was quiet; no more whining.

But curiosity got the better of me once again & so I ventured into the hallway to see what the Zigster was up to.

When he's too quiet, well, anyone who has a mischievous 4 legged companion, knows what that can mean. So I tiptoed down the hallway to find Ziggy sound asleep in the middle of the guest bed.

He had decided he wanted to sleep alone. The little shit!