life skills.....by Freddy Dog

I don't  believe in learning 'tricks'.  I see no point in them.  And now that I'm old and have lost my hearing....what good would it be to know 'come' and 'stay' when I couldn't hear the 'commands' anyway?  Commands?  C'mon!  I live in an equal-opportunity household and no one 'commands' anyone to do anything.  Happy co-existence.  I'm all about it.

But, I do believe in carrying my own weight around here and doing things for myself.  Like....potty-ing.  (This is my blog post and I can write about anything I want to and this happens to be sort of an important topic for me.)  I'm a very good boy, so I wouldn't dream about doing my 'stuff' in the house and I'm too short to use a toilet (although I find that a delightful source of drinking water on the rare occasion that someone---not mentioning any names, Daddy/Jaybob/CandyMan---leaves the seat up).

So, several years ago, I figured out how to let myself out.  This only works in the spring, summer, and fall when the back door is open.  Actually, getting out is easy.  A quick little head-butt and I'm there.

Coming in is a bit trickier....

First:  you use your toenails to grab the mesh in the screen door.  (We live in a very old house, with a very old door.  Don't look too closely.  It's not very pretty.)

At the same time you pull on the door, you must carefully stick your nose in the crack you make.  (I'm really good at putting my nose in all sorts of things.)

 

Drat.  When I let go of the mesh with my toenails, my nose came out of the crack.  (This sometimes happens.  No big deal.  It's just a do-over.)  Note:  an ear will not work (see photo above).  It must be a nose.

 

Better....

See?  My nose is in the crack, and my toenails have let go of the door.

 

The rest is a piece of cake...

A little nose action, and my whole head is in and the door sort of flings open, and...

I can scamper in to sit underneath my cookie jar until someone sees me looking cute.  Have I told you, I don't bark?  I don't. Ever. I don't believe in making a fool of myself.

And, anyway.  I don't need to, when I'm so darn cute.

 

PS...if you haven't yet entered to win the knitting book Mom wrote about a couple posts ago, you have a whole week before I!GET!TO!DRAW!THE!WINNER!!!!I'M!SO!EXCITED!!!!IT'S!A!PAPER!DRAWING!!!!

You'll have to scroll around to find it because I don't know how to link anything.

Comments

[Wendy T]

What a smart handsome boy! Careful with those paper entries, Freddy....they may not taste like ball bands, but they will be chewable. Just let your Mommy read the name first!

[AsKatKnits]

Freddy, you are a true genius! This is not a skill Sherman has - however, his neighbor across the street can open the door handle with his paw! He is really tricky, but his Mom and Dad get really mad at him when he does that!

[christie]

Yikes! Can't remember if I posted a comment or not - hope I did!

[Bridget]

Freddy you are an inspiration! I love how you are your own dog. :-)

I have to wonder - will you eat the paper entries for the contest before your mom gets to see them? I hope not!

Hope you get lots of cookies this week. xo

[karen]

wow! even Frodo cannot do that :) however we don't have any screen doors around here. Have fun picking a paper winner and then promptly eating the paper...

[Karen B.]

Freddy you are too cute! Love ya!

[Gail L.]

What a cutie pie ..... and very clever too!