Innocent ‘child’ when we found him. Now, the only goal is to get what he ‘needs’. Like some pate or a cat. Tho, to get tucked-in must be the biggest issue of his.
Walk? Ricky recognizes the word in the evening. He must think I am crazy, it’s only eight in the morning. I kept trying to show the ‘fun’ of an early walk. Failure and a waste of time. Before noon, he whinges all the way. Stops and looks back, as if to say, ‘Let’s go back. I miss my blanket.’
As smart as he is, he should know we’re walking a circle.
Ricky’s pad is no good without a blanket. Apparently, it’s cold and he will find a way. He sits next to me and stares. ‘Good boy,’ I pet him. Now, I must ignore him. Ricky keeps his cool. Then, a few nudges on the side of my ribs. Harder each time, the Dog is loosing his cool. Few minutes later, the ‘talk’ begins and the ‘idea’ gets loader.
‘Stop it,’ I say. ‘The house is warm.’
Ah, go on! Nudging my ribs again. Go on, nudge. Go on, nudge. Go on, nudge.
I kept my cool and it was quite again. Not for long! His needs were clearly misunderstood. Ricky is dragging the blanket across the house. ‘Fine, but just this time,’ I often say.
Tail full of excitement, he leads a way.