She Said, He Said: The world according to Halo T and Niko T
She Said: Halo T As far as I am concerned, the world started two winters ago when I arrived home. Wait. Actually, I remember it started when I was placed in this cage:
I remember, barely, that I did not have enough food or energy such that I could not get up and lots of me itched. I knew I was older and there must have been a world before this, but I guess it was unremarkable and slipped my mind. Then, this wonderful woman people called Karen Barnes came and took me away from that world and gave me food…daily. I mean, like every day. It was wonderful! Not only did she feed me, but gave me love and affection. I did not know what to do with that but I really wanted to thank her for what she did. She then put me in a truck with nice people who took me on a long ride where I was left with a man whose muzzle was whiter than mine. People called him Bob (yeah, just Bob as if he had no last name…even I had a last name…T). This guy was ALSO nice! He, too, fed me every day and took me on walks and introduced me to other people and dogs and a whole new world. One day, he took me to this big social with dogs and people (lots of people who came and went while all of us dogs stayed put) and he introduced me to this couple who already had two dogs…BIG dogs. They all seemed really nice, though I was a little intimidated by the two BIG dogs. But they left. A short time later, Bob brought me to this really cool field and, guess what; those folks with the two dogs were there! I was allowed to really meet the two dogs and found out they weren’t so bad or frightening at all. I liked them and the people. They, however, left, again. A few weeks later, Bob took me on one more ride and we stopped at this strange house I had never seen and, low and behold, those people and the two dogs lived there. This time, Bob left and I stayed with this new family. It took awhile, but I soon figured out this was my forever home. It was GREAT!! The food was awesome and came twice daily, walks with the whole pack every day, and toys…holy cow…toys everywhere and they were all mine. I even had like a gazillion bones all to myself. I shared with my new brother and sister because that is part of being the fantastic dog I am. At first, the really BIG dog, Brody, pretended not to like me. He growled when I came close and such. But, really, how could he not dig me?? I was right and he stopped pretending in short order (except for his equally big bone which he clearly owns and I don’t want because I could not fit it in my mouth if I tried (and I did when he wasn’t looking) though I pretend to want it so he can prance with it). My sister Mesa, however, started our relationship in a very weird way. I could tell she liked me and loved to play with me, but if I did not follow these unwritten rules, she would attack me. I let her win (because she is bigger and stronger). I could not figure out the rules so adopted my own and she stopped suddenly. I guess she finally saw how awesome a sister I was and am. Did I mention my parents? Mom is cool…she lets us all get away with murder but then gets mad when we don’t listen. Dad is the bomb. The best part of my day/world is when dad either wakes up or comes home. I just feel like screaming I get so excited. It feels like he is leaving forever and, even though I know he is coming back, the anxiety kills me and then…boom…there he is. Phew.
Last winter, my parents decided three was not enough and added another dog named Niko. Now, this is a peculiar dog. First, he is orange. That’s right, orange. What self-respecting German Shepherd is orange? How embarrassing! Then there is this issue he has where his back end is not synchronized with his front end and he walks funny. He is such a dork. I like him and he, naturally, loves me.
Very recently, Dad decided I was superb and is teaching me this thing he calls agility. I call it jumping on cool stuff, sitting, and then prancing because I sat well. He loves it so I love it. It is pretty cool. So, all in all,…wait…I hear a car…wait…is it?…yes it IS…DAD IS HOME!!! What a WONDERFUL world!!!! He Said: Niko T What is the world? It is much more ethereal than just people and dogs. I have had time to contemplate and realize that to be or not to be is not the question. The question is can we truly revise our perspective and honestly call it the world just because that fits our emotional tribulations best? I think not and yet the parts of my world before I came to the Dogs’ Breath Inn are on the side closer to damning such that it strikes me you, the reader, would feel less for reading about it.
Therefore, I will, as your humble narrator, delve only into my world since being anointed a charter member of said Inn (with great appreciation to a certain Ms K Barnes). My new world has a big brother and two sisters. My brother is big, but only physically…I am older and have seen more of the world than he but strength wins this battle (so I don’t fight). My sisters both think they run the show respectively and I don’t fight (especially not the ladies) so they win. My parents gesture a lot and, at first, I thought they were mute. Then I saw my new siblings barking and realized…heck, I cannot hear a darned thing anymore. No wonder my sleeping has been sooooo deep and wonderful!
What defines me in my world? I am simple and have simple needs. The human touch, a toy to play with, food, water, a bone on occasion; these are the pleasures in my life. Did I mention human touch? I listed that first for good reason…I need it A LOT!!!! As an older gentleman, I have the usual issues of poor sight, lousy smell, bad nerves such that I cannot always control or feel my hind quarters (although when Dad massages those muscles…OUCH…I feel that!). All the same, I still have some game and keep up on walks (portions of them), play games with Dad, and pretend to want Halo’s things. I have recently started playing more with Mesa, my other sister as she prefers what I like to call flirtatious rough housing (even though we both know the first part goes nowhere). My world is now happy and I like to remind anyone in ear shot of that every morning and evening. To be or not to be? TO BE!!!! The Proprietorship of the Dogs’ Breath Inn: