Greetings, quivering civilians! I, Saya the Mighty, am here to let you know that I will not be around for a month or so. I am going off to puppy summer camp, AKA the place where I was born, to spend some time with my doggy mommy and my doggy sister and their human mama, while brother Dennis gets a special treatment called Pulse Signal Therapy to try to regrow some cartilage in his hips and back. The treatment takes a couple of weeks and after that Dennis has to have “no jumping and no football moves” for six weeks. Apparently “football moves” include getting tackled and crashed into walls and gates by his “overly exuberant” sister, i.e., me, Saya the Mighty. Who knew?
We are all hoping that this treatment will make Dennis feel better and that maybe afterwards he will be more able to play and run and possibly even help me keep the yard safe from vermin, although that might be too much to hope for. With his hip dysplasia and arthritis, Dennis only plays with me for a minute or two at a time, which can be a little frustrating and causes me to try very hard to get him to play more. Hence the tackling and foot-biting and crashing into things. Dada is almost always willing to wrestle with me, which is fun, but not as much fun as wrestling with another dog. (Don’t tell Dada I told you he’s not a dog. I think he’s unaware of it.) Because I get frustrated that I can’t play with Dennis, I sometimes get short-tempered with him, and I sometimes overreact to things he might do, such as wandering too close to a fish skin I abandoned but that I still have dibs on. Dibs never expire, you know. They seem to be worried that Dennis being Dennis is teaching me that it’s okay to act pushy and loud and bossy. They hope that being around dogs who aren’t Dennis for a while will be a good experience for me.
Neither Dennis or I like to be kept separated, because then one of us is away from Mama and Dada, and when there are gates in the way we both try―often successfully―to knock them down, because the other side of the gate is always better even when it isn’t. But if we can’t be together and we also can’t be apart, that’s a problem even my katana can’t solve. Perhaps a vacation can.
I will miss harassing Dennis and chasing bird and bug shadows around the yard and harassing Dennis and pursuing squirrels and harassing Dennis, but I’m sure I will have fun with my relatives and going with my mother’s human mama to her training classes and suchlike things. And I’m sure Dennis will miss having me around to keep him on his toes by stealing his Nylabones, then stealing his replacement Nylabones, then stealing his replacement replacement Nylabones, then finally letting him chew on a Nylabone for a little while so that he appreciates what he has. Until I steal it again.
Try not to let the squirrels take over while I’m gone, Dennis.
This is Saya the Mighty, signing off!