My Turn

June 4, 2010
By

Tess

Ash has been doing the DailyBark a lot lately. I thought he needed a break, so I’m barking today.

I got in big trouble yesterday. Ash was strutting around the house with his favorite hedgehog stuffie. I was in no mood for him showing off, so I tore into him.

Bad move on my part. Mom was right next to me and before I could even get a good grip on Ash or the stuffie, she had me by the scruff of my neck.

She told me we don’t do that in our pack. She made me lie down and stop looking at Ash. She also took the hedgehog away from Ash and put it out of reach.

Once I got over my redhead temper, I felt bad about what I did. You see, Ash never fights back. He just wants to play and have a good time. When somebody is mean to him, he gets this real sad look on his face and goes off by himself. I knew I hurt his feelings, so as soon as mom let me up I went over and started licking him.

The thing I like about Ash is he doesn’t hold a grudge, at least with his friends. He started playing with me right away and we both forgot about my bad behavior.

I only saw Ash get really mad one time. Some people brought their dog for a visit. When the dog jumped out of the car he didn’t even bother to say hello. He just ran over and attacked Ash. Mom wasn’t close enough to stop it right away and Ash had to really fight to protect himself. He did real good. He made awful sounds and kept flashing his nasty face. Fortunately nobody got hurt, but I learned that Ash could fight if he has too.

That’s it for today’s bark. Think about Ash the next time somebody is mean to you. Maybe we should all try to be more like him. Respectfully, Tess.

One Response to “ My Turn ”

  1. Bruce Haigh on June 4, 2010 at 7:17 am

    Ah, Tess. You do like to get into trouble, don’t you? About the time of your last commentary, “All About Me”, you added to your resume of mischief by leaping through the open window of the truck to chase a cat (Beemer..how trendy). To all who suffer that cat’s daily excursions into their yards and gardens, you were doing us a great service. But dashing across the street….bad, bad, bad! Still, you got away with it. No blood; no interactions with cars. You came back with a goofy smile and the afterglow of cat chasing. What a life!

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