Big Daddy Gouda

Okay, I’ve been watching my Master, Walt, do this blogging thing for a while so I think I may have the hang of it. Please forgive me if I spell words wrong or write things that don’t make sense. I am, afterall, a dog. I’m writing this using my paws and my snout so bear with me.

Most of you reading this know who I am.  Walt has known me for all of my 28 years. Excuse me, four years to you humans. I know he talks about me, has written about me and shown photos of me.

I came to live with Walt halfway through the 11th month of the year 2009. I’m not sure why exactly. Walt came to visit me at my old home in Morris quite often and then one day, when he left, I left with him.

So far I can’t complain. I no longer have to spend nights in that little black cage. I really didn’t like that. Walt lets me sleep on the bed with him. In the morning when the sun comes up I sometimes walk up and lick his face. It seems wierd to me that he doesn’t get out of bed as soon as the sun shines into the house, like my old masters. It’s actually hours from the time the sun hits to the time he actually crawls out of his big bed. But I try not to disturb him. The longer he spends in that bed each morning, the better mood he’s in for the rest of the day.

Speaking of the day. That is my alone time. Unlike my old masters, Walt leaves the house every morning. It’s kind of lonely here all by myself so I usually just sleep and chew socks. But I can’t complain. He walks me and feeds me a good meal before he leaves and then does the same when he returns at night. I don’t know where he goes all day but as long as he comes back each night, what do I care.

At night is when it’s the most fun for me. Walt is always in a good mood. Sometimes he chases me around the house and tries to take my toys away. If he is watching the box with the moving pictures and I put my head in his lap he always scratches my ears.

The only time I don’t bother him is when he sits in front of this machine and watches the male humans breed with the lady humans. Instead I just lay on the other side of the room and focus on his feet. When his toes curl, I know it’s only about a minute or two before he’ll start paying attention to me again.

Sometimes a big man who kind of looks like an older version of Walt will come and visit. He’s nice to me and brings me treats. He pets me but only when Walt is not looking.

I still think of my old home sometimes. I think I’m starting to forget what my old masters look like. I can remember their smell better than their faces. That may seem odd to you people reading this but that’s just the way it is.

I wonder if sometimes when Walt leaves if he’s going to visit them. I wonder if they ask about me. Maybe they are reading this. If they are, I want you to know I miss you but I’m real happy here and I think this is where I’m supposed to be.

Well, it’s been nice chatting with all of you. According to the way the sun is shinning into the living room I think it’s about time for the mailman to arrive. And if I don’t bark at him then what kind of dog would I be.

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