I just came home from my trip to Italy. I sent you a picture of me in front of the Ponte Vecchio in Florence and then above the ruins next to the coliseum in Rome. My favorite was the one in front of the Trevi Fountain. You know, that’s the one where you throw in a coin and make a wish. I made one for some new summer clothes from Devon & Drew. I hiked up the Path of the Gods in Amalfi. It was easy for me, but it took a long time because my Master slipped and fell and sprained his ankle. Two hours after that just to walk 1 mile. It was okay with me because I spent the extra time chasing little lizards. Did you know that they try to bite you? Couldn’t catch any. My mistress took me to the Piazza when she got a cappuccino, but she wouldn’t give me one. Not fair! But I did get to go for a ride on a ferryboat to Positano. That was great. It’s still funny how no one knows I am there when I am inside the Devon & Andrew dog backpack. We stopped to visit in Naples where the people had one of those awful creatures, a CAT. I made sure that it stayed locked in the laundry room for 3 days while I was there! The trip was soooo much fun, but my Master and I had jet lag when we returned home.
Dear Trolley: My Mistress tried to put a GoPro on me so that I could show you my home from my point of view, but I am too small, and it kept sliding off. I looked so silly dragging the camera across the floor, taking pictures of the ceiling! I wanted to show you my eye view of the great new dog bed cover you sent me. I wish your Master had put my picture on the cover instead of that other dog. I know that he can put any picture on if you send it to him, but my mistress forgot to send him one in time.I also wanted to show you how everything looks from inside the “Sleeping Pod” your Master made me. Sometimes I just sleep inside with the door open and other times my Mistress zips me up in it, puts it on her back, and we take a walk. It’s fun to look at everything through the mesh panels when nobody knows I am inside. People just think it’s a great backpack until I forget and bark at one of those “meow” creatures.
Dear Never: I want to tell you about dog food. See, I’m a Yorky and Yorkies are supposed to be picky eaters. I am, but it’s also a game. I do really get easily tired of different dog foods, but sometimes, even before I get tired, I pretend I am because then my Master sits on the floor and feeds me with his fingers and praises me when I eat a little bit. It’s fun, and I do it if I feel like I haven’t had enough attention for a while. After a few days of this, I stop, and he goes out to buy another brand for me.
BUT, something just happened. My Master just bought another new dog food brand, “Orijen” that is so good that I am afraid to play my game of not wanting to eat it because I am afraid he might stop giving it to me. This dog treat is so delicious. Its made of 100% pure chicken freeze dried to capture all the nutrients. If he didn’t buy Orijen chicken treats anymore I would be so sad. It’s that delicious. So now I eat it when I am supposed to and no more games. You have to try it too. Just leave my note open on your computer, and I will try to send the link and a picture, and your Mistress will get the idea.
The new sleeping place we stayed at, called Olympia, turned out to be more special than just a place that had a big piece of grass to play on. You could see for miles and miles, and way in the distance I could see tall buildings that were covered in white sheets. The Master pointed to them and asked someone how long the snow would stay, but I didn’t know what that meant. There was also a lot of water near the place we stayed. Master took me for a walk down to the water. There was a big, wide sidewalk we had to cross to get next to the water but my feet kept getting stuck so that I couldn’t move. Master laughed, picked me up and carried me closer to the water. I heard him say “sand”. When he put me down near the edge of the water, the sidewalk was harder, and I could walk again without sinking. I was thirsty so I took a drink. It was awful. Something was very wrong with the water. Master laughed again and said, “salt water”. We walked for a while, but the sidewalk was awfully wet and sticky, and I didn’t really like it. Then all of a sudden a giant bird came flying down, much bigger than the birds in Bangkok that I chase away. Master ran after it and grabbed me at the same time. He said it was something called a bald eagle, and that they can pick up little dogs like me and take us away. And I thought flying in a plane was scary. When we got back home Master gave me a bath because my feet were all dirty and wet and there was sticky stuff all over me that he called sand. I think I like grass better, though not much. Being carried in my specially designed dog backpack is best.
The next day we drove the car into an enormous garage. It was so big that dozens of other cars and trucks fit inside. That seemed strange to me, but at least I was in a car, which is somewhere I love to be. I was just doing my “going to sleep circles” in my sleepy bag when this horrible loud horn sound made me bury my head under my paws. I had just looked up again when the garage began to move. Very strange! Master carried me, hidden in my bag, up some stairs. I had never been in a moving garage or even a garage with stairs. When we reached the top Master took me outside, and I saw that the garage was floating on water. I heard Master say that we would be on Whidbey Island soon, but I didn’t know what that meant. I couldn’t see very well since I was supposed to be hidden in my sleepy bag, but I could tell that we were getting closer to those tall buildings that I had seen in Olympia that were covered with white sheets. The big horn sounded again, and we went back down the stairs into our car. It was such a strange garage because all the cars and trucks left again, but they drove out the opposite way they had come in.
I did not like Whidbey Island that much. Master said it was beautiful, but all I remember was getting my feet stuck again in those places Master called beaches. There were a lot of big birds, but none of them were scared of me. To tell the truth, I was scared of them and was happy to be put back into my sleep bag. I was happy when we got back in our car, found another floating garage and went home.
One day we visited one of those places called “shopping” in Seattle. I am used to going in those places back home in my special bag, hiding because I am not allowed in shopping and watching everyone through my mesh window. Most people can’t see me because it’s dark, but, when Master put the pack on a counter, a lady on the other side looked right in and saw me. “oh, a little dog,” she said. Bring him out. “He’s so cute.” It was fun to be standing on the counter and so many people came by to pet me. Master put me in some of my special clothes and lots of people started pointing those things they are always talking to right at me. I thought that was pretty funny because they must not have realized that I haven’t learned to talk to those little boxes yet.
My Master didn’t tell me that I was going on a vacation last summer. My Master, that’s what I call him. He has a name in dog speak, but it’s too long to say. Roughly translated it means, “he-who-walks-0n-hind-legs-brings-food”. So much too long for everyday use, and it seems to be some kind of a secret because every time I try to say it, I am told to be quiet. Anyway, one day I caught Master putting clothes into this box like thing which he does whenever he is planning to leave me. When he isn’t looking, I always get in too, but, like every time before, he finds me, pulls me out and zips the lid. Next, Master brought out “sleepy pod bag” that he made and that he puts me in when we go in the car. Sometimes that is so much fun because we go to a place called “Shopping” or one called “Movies”. But this time I wasn’t so sure. I was afraid that I was going back to a place we had been the week before called “VET” where they stuck things in you and called it “temperature” or “shots”, or something like that.
I decided to pretend that I was asleep so maybe the Master would forget about that. He must have because the next thing I knew we were in a very noisy place with lots of people, and Master had taken me out of my bag just before my bag disappeared by moving into a dark hole. I was kind of worried, but Master carried me through an archway and there was my bag coming out of that dark tunnel. I was so happy to be able to get back into the wonderful bag Master had made for me. Next thing I knew we were getting into a really big car with lots of seats, but Master wasn’t driving so I decided it was safe to just curl up in my bag and fall asleep.
I must have slept for a long time because I was pretty hungry, but Master didn’t give me anything to eat. He told me just to wait because he had to go through something called “customs”. I know what the word “customer” means because my Master sells a lot of doggie clothes that I wear to people called that. I guessed it must have something to do with his store.
Next thing I knew, it was very cold. Not cold like the place called “shopping” that has something called aircon, but more cold. My Master put me in one of the warm jackets he had made, and it was much better. Master makes me all sorts of wonderful clothes, and I love to show off how cute I look in all his latest fashions. I even have shirts that match Master’s shirts. I bet I am the best-dressed dog in town. I am not quite sure why Master keeps pointing a box with a big eye on the front at me every time I wear something new, but he seems to be having a good time with it so I just sit still and watch him. It makes him happy and he tells me “good boy” a lot.
We stayed at a new sleeping place for the night. There was a big piece of grass outside, just perfect for…well, you know. There’s not much grass in Bangkok.
I met a new friend. He’s a lot longer than a normal dog. Maybe he is a dwarf because his legs are so short. I was afraid of him, but we sniffed ends and became friends. He wasn’t a bad sort even if he was much too long to be a normal dog. He said he was a dachshund, but I don’t know what that means. At first I was jealous because Master put some clothes on him and pointed that box. He was very handsome in his yellow raincoat even though it wasn’t raining, but I know that I am cuter.