Pippi is a very smart dog with some very amusing antics. As I was sitting in the kitchen, typing away on my laptop, a cool breeze blew in through the open window. Pippi, who was lying with her back against window sill, lifted her head and pointed it daintily out the window, enjoying the gentle wind and sound of the wind chimes. Her ear perked up when the chimes quieted down. It was as it she was thinking, 'hey, where did that nice ringing noise go?' The breeze continued to blow and Pippi, head still inclined out the window, lay back down again.
Not much later, I was still sitting in the kitchen with my laptop when Pippi got up rather abruptly and let out a small woof. This was her way of indicating that someone was at the door. I followed her to the genkan to find a delivery man from the grocery store. I stood there while he unloaded the groceries from his cart. Pippi, on the other hand, had different ideas. She promptly picked up one of my dad's running shoes and sat down in the doorway. Pippi absolutely loves food. I think that by this action, she was saying 'don't leave until you've given us the food.' When the delivery man was ready to leave, I had to shut her out of the doorway, from which she was quite reluctant to leave.
Then, of course, Pippi had to go check out the groceries. In an very orderly fashion, Pippi systematically stuck her head into each of the shopping bags, one by one. Perhaps she had hoped that there would have been something for her to consume, say, maybe, an open jar of peanut-butter?
It was a beautiful day. Beautiful, but windy and freezing.
Pippi naturally freaked out when the ball started talking to her. At first she jumped back a bit. Then, she made her way back to the babble ball and picked it up. Pippi was now approaching her new toy with a great deal of alacrity. She lay down with it and started to push it around with her snout. Following that, Pippi started pawing at it and pushing it around. She reacted to the sounds it made as she did this. Most notably, she growled when it growled at her. Finally, she started picking it up and throwing it up into the air in front of her. I'm sure she was hoping to turn this into a game of fetch, her favorite thing to do.
Pippi is a very smart dog with some very amusing antics. As I was sitting in the kitchen, typing away on my laptop, a cool breeze blew in through the open window. Pippi, who was lying with her back against window sill, lifted her head and pointed it daintily out the window, enjoying the gentle wind and sound of the wind chimes. Her ear perked up when the chimes quieted down. It was as it she was thinking, 'hey, where did that nice ringing noise go?' The breeze continued to blow and Pippi, head still inclined out the window, lay back down again.
This afternoon I was walking with my mom and Pippi, our yellow labrador. Pippi is quite obsessed with playing fetch. So much so that we can't even say word ball around the house without attracting her attention. Her ears perk up and she goes looking for one of her numerous tennis balls. Instead of voicing the word, we often resort to spelling it out so as not to get Pippi excited for nothing. This afternoon, we were walking past some bush on the edge of the park when Pippi stopped, sniffed for a few seconds, and scrambled as quickly as she could under the fence. She was hunting around in there for a little bit before popping out triumphantly, a ball clutched tightly in her jaws. This dog can smell a ball from practically a mile away. She carried her prize all the way home and we were hard pressed to get it away from her to wash the mud off of it.
