Doggy Drama

Hi again.  It’s me, Ella.  And Baby it’s COLD outside.  You’d think because I have this thick fur coat that I would be warm… you’re thinking WRONG.  Christmas at the beach was crazy cold.  I had to borrow a hat from one of the younger humans.  How do you like it?  They say that 90% of your body warmth escapes through your head.   Now that I’ve seen how ridiculous I look in a hat, I’m wondering if that is actually true.  So I looked it up.  Here’s what I found out…No it is not.  Only about 40% of your body heat escapes through your head. If it was 90% that would mean that 90% of your blood is in your head at the same time.  Unless your head is 5 foot long and the rest of your body is only 1 foot long, this is not possible. It’s a matter or sheer volume.

My friend Pippy

When you get cold, your blood is loosing its heat as it travels through your arms and legs.   Your BRAIN knows that most everything between the waste is necessary for survival, so the brain will then order the blood vessels in your arms and legs to constrict so more blood is forced into your vital organs to reduce the loss of heat.   The brain also looks out for itself by keeping good blood flow in your head – but no more so than any other time.   I look like an idiot for nothing.  But you know, that explains why my human’s feet are so cold in the winter.  When she gets into bed and puts her feet on the tall guy, he squeals like a girl.  A sissy girl.  Sorry tall guy

So, beyond freezing, I had a great Christmas.  Lots of eating, presents, family.  It’s good to family who loves and cares about you.  I try not to take it for granted.  I know there are other dogs who don’t have homes.  ou should visit www.petfinder.com  and adopt a dog or cat of your own.  OR visit your local SPCA or Humane Society.  My human found me that way and I have to say, I couldn’t be happier.

Hello all!  It’s evidently “eat everything in sight” day.  YAY!  I’m into it.  The house smells MARVELOUS!!!   I can barely stand it.  So far, I’ve watched the humans eat ham biscuits, cheese and crackers, salmon spread and God knows what else.  The tall guy is putting dinner on the table right now and I can just hear it groaning from the effort of holding all of it.  I will be sure to go lay under the table in case it needs my help with the heavy turkey.

So, what’s with all this eating anyway?  I mean, I’m ALL for a freaking food fest, but REALLY?  A whole day dedicated to it?  I decided to quench my curiosity about this eating frenzy and Google “Thanksgiving”.  Evidently, American humans commonly believe that the first Thanksgiving happened in 1621 at Plymouth, Massachusetts.  But there is some evidence for an earlier harvest celebration by Spanish explorers in Florida during 1565. There was also a celebration two years before Plymouth (in 1619) in Virginia.  Traditionally, it has been a time to give thanks for a bountiful harvest.   I guess I have lots to be thankful for.  I have good humans, a nice yard and woods to poop in, plenty of food and green beans, comfy beds downstairs and up, babies to play with and treats to eat if I’m good.  Thank you God for my family and my life.

Now pass me that turkey leg, cause I’m all thanked-out!   E-dog

Reason #854 why you should get a DOG:

So, my humans suddenly started hauling bags down the stairs.  I ran to pack MY bag and a baby (treats, kibble, babies, bones, kibble).  THEN they took their stuff outside and started packing up the shiney red car (the one I’m not allowed to ride in, by the way).  My human gave me a big hug and pat and the tall guy waved and they were gone… and so were all the bags.  My brother Presto (remember him from ann earlier blog… the cat hall monitor) was sleeping soundly as he usually does, so I couldn’t ask him what was going on.  Hours later, I hear the front door and hustle out to find the older humans that live at the beach.  I am apparently their “Grand Dog”.  THEY came with big bags.  I sniffed each carefully.  Damnation!  One of the cases has that mouth-foaming, hiss-spitting, devil cat in it!!!  UGH!  The things I put up with.  So the nice lady says “Ella… let’s go for a a walk.”  I do my little dance and finally the man and lady hook me up and hustle me out the door.  Last time I walked with this lady, she fell in a pot hole, so I watch her very closely so she doesn’t fall on me.

Then I start thinking…  what if these people don’t know what they’re doing?  I mean, I think they’ve taken care of me before, but do they know when I get my treats????  Do they know that I get green beans in my kibble??  Will they leave during the day so I can sleep on the couch and not get yelled at?????  What does it mean when your human and the tall guy leave?  Will they come back???  I’ve grown sort of attached to them and I’m worried.  At least i’m at home in my own bed and my brother is here.  Hopefully, that’s a good sign.

E-dog