Things are Different – Goodways

Hi,

Puppy Stan here. It feels like ages since I got my paws on the computery thing but thought I’d grab this chance when no one is looking.

Me

What’s most different is that the house is all changed cos my Dada is here everyday now cos his job isn’t on with the virus thing. I don’t really understand what’s going on but all I know is he’s here and, you see, I’m his pet. He adores me and I adore him too.

He told me that he never had a dog when he was growing up and that I, yes, I am the first dog he’s ever really got to know and had a chance to be with and see that dogs can be great friends.

He spoils me rotten and Jean is always giving out when he gives me yummy bits to eat. She’s cut down on my food to compensate. I hate that word.

Anyway, there’s a whole new routine and I’m down at the sea every night with Dada and Big Bro. I just love being out in the dark with them cos I feel safe even if the sea is wilder than wild.

That ankle episode with Jean is still a mess cos I can’t seem to stop pulling on the lead and her ankle is STILL wibbly-wobbly with me yanking her all over the place.

But, you should see the way my Dada even let’s me out into the front garden and he doesn’t seem to mind if I walk on the flowers. I try not to cos I know from Jean that I shouldn’t but I kinda get carried away especially if he throws a ball for me.

It’s hard to explain but him and me have been through a lot together. I minded him when he got a new hip. Just sat with him really but he says he owes me one now after all my attention then. Sure, I was just as glad to have him there and he let me lie on Jean’s side of the bed when he was having rests. I don’t think she knew cos I did my best not to leave paw marks or hair or mucky tennis balls.

So, this virus thing has an upside for me anyway. I just hope Dada doesn’t get it or any of the others or anyone cos it sounds rotten. But, will he forget about me when he eventually gets back to work and will Jean keep compensating?

Love,

Puppy Stan xxx

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30 thoughts on “Things are Different – Goodways”

  1. Sometimes it takes a turn of events to make us appreciative of what we have. And Stan it has been good as you have been able to give Jean’s ankle a rest by having “DaDa” home with you.. so you two can bond even more..Your night time excursions give you an extra time out bonus and yes those waves and the booming of the sea can be scary especially before or during a storm…This will be something that will be missed when things get back to the norm ..Meanwhile enjoy it all….

    1. Oh, I’m loving it. I think he’s nearly ready to go now. He just gave me a yummy bit of apple pie when no one was looking. I’ll have to run it off somehow.

      Love,
      Stan

  2. Good to see you here, Stan. Don’t tell, but I think Jean has a soft spot for you even if her ankle got a bit twisted. We humans have a long way to fall if we tumble. It’s nice to hear how you have bonded with your Dada. I am sure you both bring each other a great deal of happinesses. (Try to stay off the flowers, though, okay little buddy? Jean will appreciate it.)

    1. Hi Maggie,
      I think she loves me beyond the horizon, as she says, and that’s an awful long way.
      It’s her precious snowdrops that I have to watch out for. At least they are hardy and seem to bounce back no matter what. I don’t know how they do it, do you?
      Stanny

        1. Oh Maggie, Jean is teasing me about you now and says I seem to have an ‘admirer’ from across the sea who thinks in black and white. Do you think she’s gone a bit crazy or what?
          Stannny

            1. Are you a good swimmer? I could meet you half way. We’d be safe from that virus thingy and Jean is used to me going missing for a little while, especially at beaches.
              How’s about it?

            2. I am afraid I am not that good of a swimmer. I am pretty buoyant though! Still, that is a very long way to float. I have always wanted to visit where you live, so maybe when this virus is over I will come and see you!

            3. That’s a pity. I thought we could make a little raft and have a picnic on it while we were chatting.
              We can still do that when you come over here. There’s lots of sea around and I can get my paws on food out of the fridge. You can get cracking on how to build the raft. It sounds like your kinda thing.

    1. Hello Suz,

      I never heard the word ‘spiffy’ before. Does Steffi look spiffy?
      Jean is reading about Andre at the the moment. She never stops talking about him and his Steffi.

      S

      1. Indeed Steffi is spiffy, especially when she cocks her pretty little head to the side and lifts her ears a bit as if to say, “Are you looking at me now?” She knows she is just too cute. Imagine Steffi and Stan both looking spiffy side-by-side!

  3. Dearest Stan
    Ruby here I agree the words, compensating, diet and cut down are an abomination! I mean we dogs needs all the food and treats we can get.
    I am glad to hear your Dada is home and spoiling you. I am so lucky too because my Dad has been home since I moved in.
    I behave and try not trample the garden too, Dad always forgives me but willow is a little more fierce at times she keeps me in line like Jean does you. I hope her ankle improved soon…those two legs take a lot of looking after don’t they. Willow was always unwell since last year but she is finally on the mend.
    Don’t worry your Dada will never forget you, even when he gets to work.
    Anyway it time for my walk now though I can’t go too far as my legs are giving out….. A bit like Jean and her ankle.
    Be good and safe love Ruby. πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

    1. You use awful big words, Ruby. You must be very clever. Abominations sound very noisy and loud noises make me cry. Don’t tell anyone about me crying. If Willow was fierce with me I’d have to hide cos I hate fierce too. Life can be scary, can’t it?
      There’s a new flower now that Jean is admiring all morning. It’s yellow – a croker or something. Do you think I should pick it for her to put in her little weeney vase?
      Love Stan πŸ’šπŸ’™πŸ’šπŸ’™πŸ’šπŸ’™

      1. OMG! No Stanny you’d best not though it’s a lovely kind thought . I think she’d prefer it stayed in the ground where she can admire it. Let’s face it she could not even bring herself to pick up a pretty stone the other day!
        Willow is not that fierce just occasionally strict for my own good.
        πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

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