The beautiful game

It rained in Tbilisi today and I was out in the thick of it playing football with the tall person. I prefer playing football in the rain – it’s easier to do sliding tackles. The tall person will confirm this as I ‘dropped’ him several times. He said it was a foul and starting quoting Football Association rules. Hmm, show me how that applies to a dog tall person. Play on!

I must admit that I do have an unfair advantage – I’m much faster than him and he can’t catch the ball in his mouth. So much for human evolution!

Anyway, we had a lot of fun. I let the tall person score a few goals to keep him interested but at the end he suffered a crushing defeat. He took it well and was clearly oblivious to the utter humiliation he should have been feeling. I am only 9 months old after all and a girl.

We both got very wet and muddy and when we got home De told me that I was smelly! Poor De, she doesn’t understand the realities of football. It’s a physical game De and yes we do sweat!

Come to momma little fishy!

I was relaxing on my balcony this afternoon when my ‘food radar’ alerted me to something delicious cooking in the kitchen. Remembering the importance of indifference (see ‘Bassa’s Begging Tips for Dogs’) I ambled, in a very nonchalant way, through the toy room and hall and looked into the kitchen. De was standing near the cooker frying trout in a pan. The tall person was sitting at the table. Perfect timing! I know how the tall person eats trout so I knew I had a couple of minutes in which to looked completely bored and disinterested.

De served up the trout and from the corner of my eye I watched the tall person go through his usual ritual of removing all of the bones from the trout. He does this because he does not like to pick bones from every mouthful he takes. I continued to watch the television (a Harrison Ford movie) and waited until he began to eat. It didn’t take long for him to notice how ‘good’ I was being and he called me over. I ignored him the first time, which I know makes him try harder to attract my attention, but when he called again I ambled slowly over and rested my head on his leg and gave him my best ‘feed me’ look. A moment or two later I was rewarded with several mouthfuls of tasty trout!

If you are having trouble getting treats I would strongly recommend you read my begging tips (see Bassa’s Tips for Dogs in the Category Cloud of this blog). They work – you win!