An Important Reminder...

Please, absorb this Mighty Important Thought and incorporate it into the scheme of your daily ebb and flow...

Moses is the Mostest Moses of all the Moseseseses...!













We, thank you.

What's needed above all...

Occasionally, I am asked what is The Most Important Thing about having A Dog. I love questions like this. I perk-up almost immediately when I get to speak My Opinion and, I am very opinionated about My Dog. So, what would be my answer to the above question? Well... I think... it's vital to have A Special Voice for your dog. Otherwise, your canine/pooch/mutt/fi-fi dog, etc. might wander off... wagging its hind-quarters... with any ol' Tom, Dick or Sandra who happens about.

In My Opinion, A Special Voice for a dog must have the following Essential Elements...

1. It must be special to you and to no other Human Being-person on the Face of the Earth. It might help to expand the parameters to include the Entire Universe, as a security precaution.

2. One that cannot EVER be copied, duplicated or, imitated in a million-trillion-ga-zillion years...  

3. And, one so utterly ridiculous that no one would dare to use it anyway. Thus, your Special Voice is safe. It will also filter out any unsavoury dog-haters lurking in your vicinity.

For instance, My Special Voice for The Dog is a distinct combination of... 

A. An English Lord...

B. Someone choking on a lettuce leaf with too much balsamic vinegar...

and, perhaps with...

C. A touch of Bugs Bunny. 

It goes without saying that, naturally, My Special Voice is immediately recognized by The Dog. He has had Extensive Training. 

However... WARNING! WARNING!! WARNING!!!... You should NEVER use your Special Voice for Commands, such as... "STOP sniffing up that woman's skirt!"...or... "Get out of the way of that city transit bus!"... If you do, your dog will think you to be an utter moron and we certainly don't want that!  

Under...

The Dog under glass. Keeps him off the streets & out of the way of motor-scooters, trucks, buses & cars.

Reigning...

This is The Dog's vehicular Kingdom.
It stinks of Weimaraner. The Short-person is very upset about it too. It's his car in the photo. The Dog & I like to use his hatch-back AUDI over my smallish late-model FIAT sports-car. There's more room for The Dog's Kingdom!!!
However... and this might be a good time to mention this... The Short-person doesn't give much attention to his now 11 year old scruffy ol' automobile in the Care & Maintainence Departments. 'Tis I, who takes the vehicle in for a tune-it-up, to the car-wash to be vacuumed & washed... naturally, because My Dog despoiled its interior with his stinky Weimaraner hairs... or, to the gas station for a tank of benzina... and, I do so with My Euros... for cryin' out loud!
What does The Dog do in his in-the-way-back Kingdom? Well, he likes to study the passing world outside. But, mostly he just sleeps. He nods-off to the soothing hum of the tires rolling at 140 kph on the autostrada's pavement... that's nearly 90 mph and it is the legal Speed Limit in Italy!!!

I am The Driver... as befitting My Exhaulted Position as The Dog's Supreme Master. The Dog doesn't have a Driver's License. I do. That is because I am a Higher Power. Gads.