Being a pet in a funny thing for a dog. There’s so much about it that feels like we are fulfilling our purpose in life, and yet there are things we (as dogs) are bred to do that contradict with most pet etiquette. Don’t mark your (beloved) territory anywhere in your forever home. Don’t rub your furry self all over clean laundry. Don’t chew on your parents’ underwear. The list goes on, but today my preoccupation is with our urge to explore. (Also known as don’t run away off-leash in the neighborhood, even though I could navigate home in my sleep).
Familiarity and routine are two words a dog grows to love, but there is something in our blood that urges us to get outside and explore. Travel the unfamiliar. Make our mark in new territory. I don’t think it’s that unusual. In fact, I think it’s a characteristic we share with our human best friends, given the famous words of poets and authors about taking the road less travelled and making paths for others where there were none previously.
I do some of my best thinking on expeditions, regardless of what my forever parents would tell you about how easily distracted I get. (I’m just trying to soak it all in!) I love a good long walk somewhere new (or anywhere, for that matter) as much as the next dog, but it’s not my preferred method of transportation when I’m exploring the world. No sir. There is too much to see in too little time in this life – how could I possibly see it all on four paws?
Ever since I was a puppy, the concept of a car was so fantastical to me I could barely stand it. I remember seeing dogs hop into cars in parking lots and envying them before I even understood why. What’s not to love? I’m exploring the world from a much higher vantage point with my favorite people (at least until I get my doggie license figured out). I’m hanging my head out the window to feel the wind run through my fur. I could care less that my tongue is slapping me in the face. I’m in the zone!
I even have a preferred order of seating arrangements in the car: the lap of the driver, the lap of the passenger, then the center console. I’ve been told it’s terribly dangerous to squeeze my way into the lap of the driver (which is so sad because I love to feel like I’m driving), but I don’t mind any seat in the car as long as I’m close to my people pack enjoying the scenery all around us.
That’s what I’ve learned from being with my people pack for almost three years now. They are more special to me than any of my bad habits. Don’t mark your beloved territory anywhere in your forever home? Check. Don’t rub your furry self all over clean laundry? Working on it. Don’t chew on your parents’ underwear? Why not? 🙂 I suppose it’s worth it to give up doggie nature to spend the rest of my doggie life with these special people of mine. That’s the funny thing about being a pet. We are man’s best friend, fulfilling our purpose in life. We are exactly as we were meant to be.
Both Nikita and I love our routines. We always know when it is time to eat, when we “should” get our treats, and what we should do when Daddy arrives home. We had so much fun today since it was a lot cooler outside, as we spent most of the day rolling around in the grass and watching Mommy work in the yard. We woofed at all the neighbors to say hi, and our fur got covered in those white things flying all over the place. I heard Mommy say that we’re getting brushed tomorrow. Have a nice week!
Nikita! Your routine is one I enjoyed reading about. And your day today sounds fabulous! I’m so happy you had such a swell day! I like getting brushed – have fun tomorrow! And have a great week! 🙂
Don’t chew on your parents’ underwear Well, there’s a simple solution to this dear Wiles, tell them not to leave the underwear lying on the floor 😀
As for cars, Cally feels exactly the same as you. She loves to go in the car with her forever Dad when he goes to pick up his forever sister from high school. And if you put her doggy travel carrier on the floor, she races across the floor and leaps into it, causing it to slide across the floor. The doggy travel carrier means she’s going to the dog groomer. I’m pretty sure they give her a treat when she’s all finished. Would you believe, they serve doguccinos with cookies!?!?!
I’ve never had a doguccino, but it sounds delicious! I’m so happy for Cally that she has such a spectacular forever family!
Also I’m more sneaky about stealing the underwear than that. I’m a scavenger of sorts. But that’s a whole other post. 😉
Lots of love,
Wiley, you and I know how to ride in a car, Dude!! I much prefer the laps, too, but the console works in a pinch!!
Red Man, I would expect nothing less from a seasoned professional like yourself! High paw, pal!
You look like the happiest pup in the world with that smile Wiley! Woooowooooooo! Ku
I can’t help but smile like that when I get in the car! It’s like there’s an “on” switch for my smile and my tail. 🙂
Wiley, you make me laugh – I love your view from the ground up. I enlarged your pictures to better see your joy – you look like you are surfing, Wyles! HuntMode
I’m so happy when my silliness brings a smile to the hearts of readers. I can’t tell you how much it makes my day knowing someone smiled or laughed because of little ole me. Lots of love to the HuntMode family! 🙂
that was so incredibly cute… thanks for the laugh this morning 🙂
You absolutely made my day saying this made you laugh! I’m so happy the contagion that is joy caught fire in your heart because of little ole me. To many more mornings with laughter-filled starts! 🙂
Wiley I have just the reading material for you (don’t chew the book). Tell you forever mum to read “Fluke” by James Herbert. Life from the sight of a reborn dog that was originally a human. I havn’t yet finished it, but it looks good. My felines say they do not chew underwear, not their thing. They prefer to lay on it when it is freshly washed.and ready to be put away.
You know me well, friend! I’m familiar with the story and even wrote a blog post a while back about it—such a great reminder to appreciate what we have before it’s gone. 🙂 Your felines have good taste – I’ve been known to lounge on freshly cleaned laundry as well. 🙂 Give them all a scratch behind the ears for me, would you? I’d like it if they didn’t hate me so much. 😉
You know it, W.! I also LOVE being a pet and love love LOVE the car! Mom makes me wear a seatbelt for safety (plus it’s a law in our state), but I can still stand with 2 feet on the back seat and 2 on the console. I am SO happy in the car!
Love and licks,
I knew you would be right there with me on the car-loving bandwagon! We terrier types sure do think alike. It sounds like you’ve got the perfect situation figured out with the way you stand too! I might have to try that! 🙂 Lots of love, pal!
Aw Wiley- how wonderful to sit back and reflect on the world through your eyes. I believe your wisdom occasionally (if not more) gives ours a run for its money. Bless your furry little head and heart.
Well hello friend! I’ve missed your beautiful commentary lately, so I sincerely appreciate your thoughtfulness and kind words. Lots of love to you and all your loved ones. 🙂
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Wiley is definitely doggie of the year. I even have a blogger friend over at blogger that now follows your postings. My cats raise their paws in astonishment. As felines they detest cars, as their only car journeys are to the vets – understandable I suppose. Otherwise their lives are exploring the great outside, It seems they only come home to eat and sleep.
Oh my goodness gracious, I think you just made my week. Maybe even my month. Doggie of the year? I am flattered beyond words! Thank YOU for sharing the joy with a friend of yours! As you know, I am a believer in joy being best experienced when shared, so you are making a difference in this little doggie’s life. Say hi to the cats for me!
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