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My Morning Routine

As surprising as this may be, my human wakes up before I do. Before I was allowed up on the big dog bed, I would sidle my way into her crate and nose her leg with my snout—I had to GO OUT, if you know what I mean. But once she allowed me up there with her, and I was able to burrow under what the human calls “blankets,” waiting to use the green potty wasn’t so ruff.

dogs in bed It takes her a little bit of time to coax me out of bed; it’s a den of warmth and delight. Being short-haired, I’m almost always cold, so taking me from my warm place is next to torture, (it’s almost as bad as going to the vet) but my human knows this. To make up for it, she puts some yellow fluffy stuff in my food dish, on top of my kibble. I’ve noticed that if I don’t eat the kibble, she’ll add some chicken, too. I think this has fast become my favorite trick to perform for her: if I don’t eat, she sits on the floor and scratches my belly. If I sniff the food and then walk away, she puts other treats in my dish. This doesn’t always work, but it almost always does.

After I eat, I go outside to do my business. I appreciate my human standing guard over me; going potty makes one vulnerable. To show her that I thank her, I try and look up into her face for acknowledgement, but she always looks away; I know it’s because she’s standing watch and can’t be distracted. When I’m finished, we go back inside. I then decide where I’m going to take a nap. But before I have time to complete my third circle, I hear a jingle-jangle and I know: WE’RE GOING TO THE PARK! I’M GOING TO THE PARK!

The Park

Sometimes I’m wrong about the park, and we end up going to the vet, but not today, my friends! My person attaches a long string thing (what she calls a leash) to one of my beautiful embroidered dog collars that I am currently wearing and then she tells me to jump. Landing gracefully on the gravel, I and my human prance to the green grass where I see my friends playing fetch with their humans or soaking up some sun.

dog park We all have our own place in the pack, and I am the Diva. There’s Manny, Princess and Skittles too. I’m usually the only one still “on leash,” but that’s because my human says I’m feisty. I have a few names: Diva, Don’t Jump and Get Down. I don’t like the last two so much, but it’s whatever, I’m little and cute and everyone loves me, that’s what my human says.

Sometimes my human takes my leash and collar off and I run free and wild—but she’s quick to put them back on, saying I look naked, whatever that means. As long as I can play, I don’t care!

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