Oh heavens! I must have dozed off. What'd I miss?
It would seem that my charmingly narcoleptic companion has arisen from her nap. Morgane, I was just about to explain to any curious readers that our wonderful, generous, tall and delicious-smelling two-legged Daddy…
We do love our Daddy so!
Agreed, Morgane. Our Daddy is indeed the bestest of all the two-leggers. He brings the tastiest treats, administers the most satisfying head-scratches, and, might I add, his laundry hamper smells divine. Anyhow, Daddy has outfitted his computer with the very latest BarcLon technology, which translates canine yelps and tail thumps into American Two-Legger talk, and the latest release allows one-woof publishing to a blog on the interweb. Ingenious, no?
Heavens! Whatever will those clever humans think up next? We can only hope that they won't be allowing those…you know…fluffy-tailed meow-ers to write as well.
Silly Morgane! Who in the world would want to listen to what a cat had to say? We just wished to offer a hearty salutation to our new friends, and assure them, as they have no doubt been wondering, that we have both been very good today, as well as very nice. I, myself, have guarded several doors and windows from suspicious scents and sounds, and my friend Morgane here has…
I left lots and lots of hair on Daddy's pillow so he could come home and know that I spent all gosh-darned day sniffing his smell and thinking about how much I love him!
Morgane, that was most thoughtful of you. I'm certain he'll appreciate it, and run around yelling and fussing with joy like he always does when we leave him presents. New friends - I bet if you have some doggies at your house, they love you enough to do the same things for you. And fellow canines, I can only hope that you're lucky enough to have a two-legger who is as nice and smart and thoughtful and kind and brave and nice (did I say nice, already?) as our Daddy.
M&M
Well, hello again! Golly, I'm so awfully glad you came by to visit with us!
I feel just so very rude not being able to jump up and sniff how-d'you-do as I would if you came to see us at our home house. I always so enjoy making wonderful-smelling new friends - especially two-leggers. Might I inquire, are you a two-legger, yourself?
I believe what my charming colleague, Morgane A. Whippet is attempting to ascertain is if you are a human, rather than another of our canine cohorts. While we certainly enjoy the company and intoxicating fragrances of other dogs, we find that they lack the motor skills required for the acquisition of snackies and walkies.
And yes, I’ve been known to enjoy a vigorous behind-the-ears scratching on occasion. I certainly would not decline the offer of one if you’re inclined. I’m a very good boy. I have references.
Why yes you are, sugar! And where are my manners? Might I offer our guest a bite of kibble? Perhaps a splash of eau de bowl? Today's vintage is just divine. Or I also have just the loveliest bit of chicken bone I've been saving behind the radiator for just such an occasion. I picked it up behind the most darlin' little café in the West Village last week. No? Perhaps later, then.
Well, I am very much wanting to hear all about you! You'll have to tell me just EVERYTHING about you, and your four-legged friends! As for l'il ol' me, how sweet of you to ask - I enjoy playin' toys, cuddling, chewing on all manner of objects, sniffing divine new smells andzzz…
You’ll have to pardon the dear girl. As it happens, she also enjoys a nice nap, and it seems she’s opted for an impromptu one. I, Mordred T. Dog, Irish Wolfhound At Large, would NEVER even THINK of falling asleep on the job. Unless, of course, there’s been an especially spirited game of toys. Or walkies went especially long. Or if I was up all afternoon with some rather pressing barking. Or if there’s a particularly sunny patch on the carpet.
Otherwise, I am always vigilant, always on guard, always, dare I say, good. I realize I mentioned this previously, but as it seems to be pointed out so frequently by the two-leggers I encounter, I feel it bears repeating. Why, a fair quantity of them even seem to mistake it for my first name – Good Dog. My only question – how did they know my last name?
Love,
M&M
Oh heavens! I must have dozed off. What'd I miss?
It would seem that my charmingly narcoleptic companion has arisen from her nap. Morgane, I was just about to explain to any curious readers that our wonderful, generous, tall and delicious-smelling two-legged Daddy…
We do love our Daddy so!
Agreed, Morgane. Our Daddy is indeed the bestest of all the two-leggers. He brings the tastiest treats, administers the most satisfying head-scratches, and, might I add, his laundry hamper smells divine. Anyhow, Daddy has outfitted his computer with the very latest BarcLon technology, which translates canine yelps and tail thumps into American Two-Legger talk, and the latest release allows one-woof publishing to a blog on the interweb. Ingenious, no?
Heavens! Whatever will those clever humans think up next? We can only hope that they won't be allowing those…you know…fluffy-tailed meow-ers to write as well.
Silly Morgane! Who in the world would want to listen to what a cat had to say? We just wished to offer a hearty salutation to our new friends, and assure them, as they have no doubt been wondering, that we have both been very good today, as well as very nice. I, myself, have guarded several doors and windows from suspicious scents and sounds, and my friend Morgane here has…
I left lots and lots of hair on Daddy's pillow so he could come home and know that I spent all gosh-darned day sniffing his smell and thinking about how much I love him!
Morgane, that was most thoughtful of you. I'm certain he'll appreciate it, and run around yelling and fussing with joy like he always does when we leave him presents. New friends - I bet if you have some doggies at your house, they love you enough to do the same things for you. And fellow canines, I can only hope that you're lucky enough to have a two-legger who is as nice and smart and thoughtful and kind and brave and nice (did I say nice, already?) as our Daddy.
Meet my charming companion, Morgane.
She’s an excitable, sweet-hearted young whippet, who is in love with the world, and isn’t afraid to show it with hearty face-licks, friendly jumpings-up on strange two-leggers, and Velcro-close cuddling with anyone who sits down in our house. Balancing out those bursts of energy means that Morgane has to recharge fairly frequently. Why, sometimes she’ll just start napping in the middle of a sentenzzzzzz…
(But of course I, Mordred T. Dog am always alert and awake and ready to be good for my Daddy!)
Why, howdy there! So nice of you to stop by.
I'm still trying to get my pretty little head around this inter-net thing, but Mordred is just ever so clever, and helped me write about him.
Here he is - isn't he just so very important looking?
He's helping me say...
"Two things are most important to this mellow, elegantly-spoken Irish Wolfhound – his friend Morgane, and being a Very Good Boy for his Daddy. This gentle giant prides himself on protecting his home, but is blissfully oblivious that his massive tail, drooly beard and loving nips are the source of most of the havoc. Awww – he's just a little lap dog at heart. A little 130lb, wet-mouthed, huge-pawed lap dog."
Plus he's awfully tall, and sometimes when I stand under his face, I get simply soaked to the bone!
xoxoMorgane
