As hard as it is to believe, it has been a whole year since Grady immigrated to Canada. The trip from Albany, NY to St. Stephen, NB where I picked him up was just the beginning of our journey. I think I got an inkling of that when he rushed out of Joanne’s vehicle and wedged himself between my knees, then tried to scale me like a mountain.
What I/he have learned so far:
-There is nothing he won’t eat. True, he does not care for lettuce by itself, but if it’s on an unguarded sandwich, it’s gone.
-It is possible to steal and unwrap a loaf of French bread covered in a crinkly plastic bag, without ever being found out until the empty bag is discovered in your bed.
-Frozen pizza pockets are absolutely yummy. Who needs them cooked?
-Goofy faces and big, sad puppy dog eyes are excellent protection when you have done one of the above.
-He is a boob man. It’s the first thing his paws go for, whether you’re sitting down or standing up.
-A perverted sense of humour is not the sole property of the human race.
-How much water a dog’s bladder can hold is directly related to whether it is raining or not. E.g., the more rain, the more the bladder is filled and thus the more urgent a call to the outdoors.
-Human crotches are the very best place to wipe a mouth with big flews and a gallon of water dripping from them.
-When there is nothing more exciting to do and you’re bored, barking out of the blue at 4 a.m. will get you the attention you seek. Although not necessarily with favourable results.
-The furry, moving squeaky toys known as cats do not always want to be squeaked, but they are great fun anyway.
-When the car drives up to the place that smells good, there will be two Timbits. And if the second one is not forthcoming, then climbing over the front seat will produce it.
-Once a year you get a big treasure trove of goodies. It’s called a birthday, or in Grady’s case, Gotcha Day.
I have also learned that I am a masochist. That alligator has 16 squeakies in it.