But sometimes, I get to teach Eva things that I'm good at. I try to teach her how to smile with her happy teeth in the mornings, and how to find the best sunbathing spots in the backyard. The most important thing I'm teaching Eva right now is how to be calm and happy in her kennel.
Eva is calm and happy all of the rest of the time, but she does not like kennel time when the people leave us home alone. When it's kennel time, Eva complains by snorting and making little drool bubbles. I think that's silly. I love to be in my kennel. It's got three soft and warm blankets, a water bucket, chew bones and a peanut butter kong. It's even right in the living room, so I can see all of the action and look out the big window. My kennel so much better than the little barrel where I used to live. And Eva has an extra big kennel to make her feel even better, so I can't figure out what all the fuss is about.
The lady and the mister tell me that my special job is to tell Eva Peace that she can be calm in her kennel, since that's one of the things I'm best at. So my kennel gets to be right next to hers in the front room, and when the lady and the mister go out, I lay down and show Eva just how easy it is to be happy and quiet.
And I must be a pretty good teacher, because since I've been teaching Eva the happy-and-quiet game, she doesn't snort and make drool bubbles much any more. In fact, she'll lay right down and chew her chewies and lick her peanut butter kong until the people come back home. I think that proves I'm pretty good at teaching Eva Peace things.
Sometimes when Lady and Mister are home, we even go and hang out in Eva's big kennel and chew chewies together. There's room for two in there, and we fit great. I like to think this is teaching Eva how fun and comfortable kennels can be.
Here's proof:
Chunk, I wish you could come to my house and teach Maisie how to be calm and quiet in her crate when I leave. I come home to puddles of drool and sometimes shredded blankets too. you really are such a good boy and a very good teacher! :)
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p.s. I notice you're not wearing your shirt in these pics...does that mean the itchies are all gone???
ReplyDeleteThe itchies are getting so much better. I get to have my shirt off more and more, and that seems to be helping the itches go away even faster. But it has to go back on if I start scratching again, so I don't accidentally scratch myself too hard. The best time for me to have my shirt off is when I'm distracted with a chewie or kong. I forget about my itches altogether then!
ReplyDeleteWhat a great peapod for you two cute little peas to hang out in. You're such a good brother, Chunk.
ReplyDeleteP.S. I hope you still rock your shirts sometimes, even after the Itchingtons move out.
You have quite a gift, Chunk. Happy St. Patrick's day to you and your whole foster family!
ReplyDeleteChunk, I think the lady and the mister should adopt you!
ReplyDeleteHi Chunk! This is Fanny, I used to be called Hypatia, Eva Peace is my mama. I don't like my kennel either, and I make a lot of noise when I'm in it. I chirp and snort too. Sometimes my new big brother Rupert keeps me company, just like you keep my mama company. So thanks for that! And please say hi to her for me. My new people say I'm looking more and more like her every day.
ReplyDeleteChunk, you are such a god teacher. We think you are the best!
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