Five hundred likes

Today, our he-human solemnly announced to me that more than five hundred people had already given “I like it” to my page on Facebook. He said it with such enthusiasm, as if we stop the weakening of the Gulf Stream.

I understood that people have bizarre standards for what is essential and what is absolutely secondary. It is important for us dogs if we like ourselves. We know that if we like ourselves, our humans like us. That’s how it works in the dog world. Because the most important thing is us and our pack. And if someone else like us, we don’t care. It’s not our problem, but the others’.

I hypothesize that you people had it that way too. Probably until you came up with a Facebook and his Likes. But I wasn’t born yet.


Today I had so much interesting that I wanted to dictate to my he-human in my blog. For example, the sun was shining for a while and it was snowing again. Or that Dino won’t give me a break. Not to mention that he bit into a wicker bed. And also how many poop we saw on the walk today.

But my he-human said that he is becoming a minimalist and so our contributions will be minimalist. And because I can’t write on my own, I’ll probably also be a minimalist, even though I don’t know what it means not by a fraction.

Unsuccessful tasting

Our humans sometimes go into hibernation. They are sitting on the couch or in a chair, staring at the object they are holding in their hand. If they don’t turn the page from time to time, I’ll be afraid they’re petrified.

These things must be extremely valuable to them. It will definitely be an unusual delicacy. But I never dared to taste it. But I was curious what enchanted our humans so much.

So I told Dino: “You have to try to taste it. It will certainly be something we have never eaten before. ” We waited for our humans to leave. I pretended to sleep. If our humans happened to return unexpectedly, I, their good Chica, don’t know anything. And Dino pulled the items off the table. And tasted. He bit for a moment, looking worse than swallowing a spider. He say it’s not good at all. And when he says at all, he thinks absolutely not at all.

Humans are strange creatures. They adore things that cannot be eaten.

The other’s bowl

Our humans are now preparing food in two bowls. The bigger one is for me and the smaller one for Dino. I have there my favorite granules mixed with a juicy sachet in it. Dino there has his granules for puppies, moistened and also flavored with a pinch of meatballs.

However, neither of us is interested in our own bowl. What the other has in it, on the other hand, mesmerizes us. And if our he-human are not standing between us, we’ll throw ourselves at the other’s food.

Our he-human shakes his head over it. In the few thousand years we have been living with humans, we have learned the bad from people. Like envy. People often crave what their neighbor has. They envy themselves and throw themselves at each other’s bowls. They naively think that these are the things that will bring them happiness. It is said that our ancestors wolves were not like that, they lived in packs where one supported the other.

I was a little ashamed and decided to start meditating, returning to nature, not being a slave to my ego, and sharing my granules with Dino and my humans. I will be like my great-grandmother wolf and I will definitely make my humans happy.