I’ve been to the vet so many times that I’m not afraid of him at all. But this time it was different. My he-human left me there alone. And he looked kind of serious. I was afraid for a moment that he might never come for me again. And I’ll end up in a puppy mill again. Fortunately, the thought quickly disappeared. Because I know that my he-human will always return.

I got an injection and all thoughts drifted away. I fell asleep. When I woke up, I was wrapped in some kind of cylinder. My he-human was already waiting there, looking happier than when he left me.

He carefully took me to the car and we drove home. I was still quite sleepy, but when I saw my she-human and Dino, I started running and jumping, as we dogs do. Our humans’ eyes widened and they shouted “Slowly!” and “Don’t jump!”. As if I didn’t know best what to do myself.

My he-human then explained to me that they did surgery on me so that I would not have any more puppies. Because I had enough of them during my life in the puppy mill. And that now my belly is sewn and that’s why I can’t jump. And that my sleep in the vet office was not an ordinary sleep, but anesthesia. And that my humans were afraid that I wouldn´t wake up from the anesthesia and I could die.

If I could, I would explain to my he-human that we dogs are not afraid of death. Until we die, we live to the fullest. And once we die, we’ll just be somewhere else. So why bother about it all our life?

People often think so much about dying once and then don’t even have time to live. I can understand that some people do not believe in some form of existence after death. But I don’t really understand why they don’t live till they die.

My he-human told me that he and his grandchildren had always wanted the holidays two years instead of two months (as in a novel by Jules Verne). And that it was almost complete now. People have been attacked by a virus and children are not allowed to go to school to do not transmit it. So it’s not two whole years. And it’s not even a real school holidays, because they has to report to the teacher via computer every day. But it has its advantages.

The main advantage is that online teaching can be run from anywhere, so they can come to us. And then it’s almost like the holidays. The children have school until lunch. But then they play with us, dogs and we go on long trips almost every day. And then every night the whole pack watches movies. And our he-human makes popcorn for that. And that’s very fine, because popcorn shoots all over the kitchen and we run and pick it up from the ground.

It’s great to still have holidays!

We had visitors for the weekend. Part of our humans pack came to us. And with them their dog. His name is Loki. He is a puppy a bit younger than Dino. But I’m afraid he’s not a domestic dog, but at least a wolf!

He looks pretty funny. His legs are high, as if he were walking on stilts. Ridiculously short coat and pointed face. He’s almost all black and makes huge poo.

And he’s a little crazy. So far, I’ve lived in the belief that there is no bigger crazy in the world than our Dino. But I didn’t know Loki yet. He runs around the apartment like a tank. He pushes his big paw into us to play with him. He is so tall that he reaches for the handle and opens the door himself. Wherever it goes, something falls.

Dino and I had no choice but to crawl under the couch and watch the trigger. We would definitely be friends with Loki, it would only take time. In the end, however, his humans left us only their human cubs and took Loki with them. They were probably afraid that he would teach us all the crap and our owners would then go completely crazy about us.

When we go with our he-human to the last walk, it is already a black night. I have noticed that people do not see much in the dark. And so I sometimes use it. Just like yesterday. I abused my he-human’s momentary inattention and discreetly picked up a bone lying on the sidewalk. Pretty old and beautifully stinking bone, which God knows who threw it out.

Initially, everything went well. My he-human did not notice anything. The bone was small, so it fit almost in my mouth. I looked so inconspicuous that I must have been invisible.

But Dino ruined everything. He wanted to take my bone. I put up with a lot, but my kindness has its insurmountable limits. When it comes to bone, I don’t know my brother. I growled at him like an old wolf as he prepared to attack the bear. Dino started screaming as if I had bitten his willie. We frightened our he-human, who had headphones on his ears, and ripped him out with a terrible roar from listening to some certainly soulful audiobook.

When the owner woke up in fright, it was clear to me that is bad. I sensed that his suspicions were going in the right direction. He stuck his finger in my mouth and pulled out a bone. I didn’t bite him or growl at him. It’s bigger and we dogs have it so that the bone takes the bigger one. That is understandable. But I will never understand that he didn’t even taste it. He said “Yuck !!!!” and threw the beautifully stinking, slimy, old bone somewhere far away.

Today, our he-human solemnly announced to me that more than five hundred people had already given “I like it” to my page www.facebook.com/happy.coton 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.

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.

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.

Imagine what our little black-and-white tot did yesterday. The he-human placed shopping bags in the hall. The he-humans always leave everything lying where it falls by hand. If there was no she-humans, they would have nowhere to step, they would be overgrown with dirt, and they would generally die on the vine.

Dino took the moment to examine the bag through. No one noticed anything when I hear the she-human shout “he eats cucumber!”. And he already had half of the cucumber from Spain in him.

Our humans hurriedly asked the computers if the cucumber are poisonous for the dogs. Humans are strange beings. We dogs, if we eat something bad, we vomit it up right away and it’s quiet. But people, they’re going to consult with Google on what to do. Poor people. Such big and they do not have their own mind.

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When my humans start running here and there, carrying bags and looking for various papers, phones and keys, I already see how the land lies. We’ll go somewhere with a tin monster. I will probably never fall in love with their monster on wheels, but I like to go on trips.

But hey, they didn’t take me this time. They left me alone. And they pissed me off pretty bad. When they returned, I felt such a strange tension in the air. They both looked like a mysterious castle in the Carpathians and devoutly carried something wrapped in a blanket.

God, it’s alive! And it looks like an overgrown mouse. I began to growl in such a deep voice that not even my great-grandmother the wolf would be ashamed of it.

They laid the creature carefully on the ground and began to lisp to it. This is really beyond the pale! I’m going to have to take offense. I will crawl under the couch and ignore them forever, at least for two minutes and eleven seconds.

Then they introduced us. That they say Dino. Who can come up with such a strange name? And that they say Coton, too. So let them take a good look at him! Half head black. Is that what a Coton looks like? What if he grows into a Saint Bernard? I wonder to my humans – as if I, Chica de Tulear, were not enough for them.

But I will whisper something to you: the little one is quite nice and we have already agreed together that we will do some bad things to our humans.