My friend doesn’t really like my super special ability of being sneaky. Sometimes I like to hide in places where my friend won’t find me. And it’s not so I can stay sneaky…it’s so I can hop out and surprise. Yes, I like to do the surprise thing because it’s great.

I love to hide and peek, perhaps one of my favorite games to play. And the best thing is that I do not have to convince others to play with me. I just start playing and everyone else has no other choice but to partake in the fun.

One of the best places to be the sneaky is under the bed covers. An excellent place to hide, but only when my friend hasn’t made the bed all smooth. Luckily, she is very messy and always in a hurry when it’s breakfast time so it’s a spot I can usually count on when I need it.

But when I’m on the go and just looking for a place to pop out from, I just slip behind things like the sofa. From there I can peek over and check to see what everyone is doing. Are they trying to sneak up on me?

And you know what? I love to peek over walls. I really don’t know what it is about just sitting calmly and peeking out over a wall or a pillow or the sofa or anything really. It’s sort of calming, and I feel a little protected I guess, you know, just in case somebody decides to chase me or something.

It’s really fun to find cool spots to hide, and I’m always trying to make room for new spots I can discover. I’ve been trying to get into the cupboard in the kitchen, but so far it’s proven difficult and my friend keeps catching me before I can figure it all out.

In fact, that brings up a little annoyance

I do not ever… ever like being sneaked up on!

My friend will sneak up on me and tickle my neck when she catches me doing the things. Sometimes I’m just sleeping, but whenever I’m trying to do a thing, it’s sends a fright down my tail and I do not like it at all.

But I like to be the sneaky. That’s okay. Just no one else can do it. Hey, I didn’t make the rules. Okay, I did make that rule. But no one else is following it!

I checked on my pal again, double checking that he was still where he was supposed to be. I’m a good puppers and keeping an eye on my friend is a really big deal to me.  You see, my friend tends to wander off from time to time, perhaps trying to find fun things to do or interesting things to tinker with.

I really get concerned that he might try to eat without my supervision. And he knows he’s not supposed to do such things without me. So I do try keeping an eye on him when he goes into the kitchen, just in case he’s preparing something delicious.

However, my unwavering attention does not stop at the tile’s edge. You see, I feel like I gotta follow him everywhere, and I mean everywhere. This can be easy and this can be hard. More often it’s just difficult or moderately stressful.

My biggest concern is that I always gotta keep up with him so he doesn’t get into trouble. This isn’t easy since he likes to leave the house without me all the time. Despite all the reasoning I could conjure up, he has continued to leave without me. No amount of negotiating seems to get me anywhere though, so I’ve almost given up on that. Almost.

But at least around the house, things are difficult but not impossible. Most of the time I just have to follow him around everywhere. Sometimes I just need to be close enough to peek in on him or listen out. But if I hear a door close, that’s when I know he’s up to something.  Most often, he tries to go into the bathroom without me, and I’ve sat at that door, scratching and crying just to make sure he knows that if he doesn’t open up, I’m going to be as annoying as possible.

If he gives me the treat and tries to leave, I won’t eat it until he’s watching me. I just want him to see how much I enjoy the gifts he gives me. If he’s just in another room, I take the treat to wherever he can see me and I enjoy it. And if he leaves the house, I leave my treat and just wait. I can be patient.

I am the very good puppers, and I’m only worried about my friend’s safety. That’s why I do the things I do. I can tell it upsets my friend sometimes, but it’s for his own good. Am I taking it too far though? Any other pups out there feel this dedicated or is it just me?

There’s a thing that I really enjoy, however it is not a thing I can see nor can I have it. It’s just a thing that hangs around from time to time, tickling my whiskers and fluffing my tail.

My friend tells me this thing is simply the wind. I like this thing, but it’s not always around and it doesn’t go everywhere. I’m pretty sure that when I’m outside, the wind comes from the trees sneezing because whenever my friend sneezes, I feel the wind. So I put two bones together and figured out it just makes sense.

So on windy days that bring in all the smells from everywhere, my nose gets to tell me of all the strange things I wouldn’t normally detect. I can smell the birds and the snippid sniffs of the leaves and flowers and critters that I’ve never seen before. I even smelled a stink bug one time, but it didn’t smell that great, so I can do without such incidents in the future.

Inside the cozy calmness of my home, there are rare places where the wind dwells. Sometimes it’s warm air from the vents, enough to make one snug, and other times it blows down from the big whooshers that spin on the ceiling.

The fan in the sofa room is actually one of the most entertaining things I’ve discovered. I don’t quite understand why this is so, but it is. Sometimes I like to sit on the sofa’s edge and face the fan so that the air can tickle my nose and buzz my ears. I really like that humming sound, so calm and soothing. I get the relax time and cool down too, especially when it gets hot outside.

The weirdest thing is that I can’t see these winds that blow things around. The only evidence is when the stuff moves around or I smell smells from somewhere far away or it whistles at me. Yes, this is the strangest part is that I can hear it whistle sometimes, especially when it’s blowing a stormy thunder thing my way. I don’t know if it’s whistling for me to pay attention or it’s telling me to get out the way. Either way, I know when it’s time to get inside to avoid any unfortunate bathtimes.

I really don’t know why such things interest me. Perhaps I’m just being bored sometimes and that get’s boring very quickly, especially when waiting for my friend to get home from work. But I can tell you this, if there’s anything to learn from this whole thing, it’s this: Do not lick the fan.

If there’s one thing that I do not like doing, it’s losing. I’m the winner, I like winning. But alas, I cannot always do the winning. So I’ve learned to get better at everything I do, and just to make sure I give it everything I got. When I do that, I know I’ve done my best, but even then I realize there’s always room to be better.

Winning the race is one of my favorite things to do, especially when I’ve got some mighty fast competition. Other pups are usually just as competitive as I am, which makes for some of the most grand races dogs have ever raced. We go in and out of the bushes, over the sofa, through the puddles, and even jump over the cow…the stuffed one in the hallway.  But there can only be one, and I like being that one.

Winning the treats is the tastiest of wins, and it isn’t as easy as one might think. Sure some pups might get the treats just handed over to them, but I gotta earn the ones I get. And those ones are the best. I usually have to pass a test before I can have the treat, but that’s alright because I’m an excellent test taker.

I gotta dance and roll over first, both at the same time because that’s what my friend likes the best.  Then I sit down right proper and tell my friend that I’ve been the good girl all the day long. I am very qualified, very good at this and it always gets me the best treats along with a good ear rub to congratulate.

Winning at staying up all night long has been my biggest challenge.  But I know you can’t always win but in this case my friend makes it so hard on me. Whenever I try staying up to ensure that everything is safe while my friend sleeps, I get told to go to bed. And then I’m very confused because the whole reason I was staying up is so my friend can sleep safely…and then she’s making me go to sleeps too.  It’s even harder when I have to do the sleep when I’m all wound up and ready to go dancing to and fro. But at the end, the comfy bed has been hard to beat, so nice and fluffy it has defeated me many times in my will to stay up and play as long as possible. It’s just one of those battles where the odds are stacked against me every time.

And of course, my favorite is always winning my friend’s smile. This is perhaps the best trophy I have in my collection, and no other puppers out there is gonna beat me at this one. I am the number one pupperino in house and home and no one beats me at this game.

I have found that I can sometimes get what I want, despite what other popular opinions have tried to convince me. You see, there is more to being a dog than just good looks a fine fur coat and the power of the puppy stare. Yes, there is a clever dog hiding underneath all those exterior characteristics, one that has indeed gotten to the uppermost shelves and discovered their hidden treasures.

Oh by the way, this really only works if you have a friend. So if you’ve got some friends, you gotta show yourself friendly, and that’s something I’m good at. However, there is some trick to this, because not everyone gets along so well with the cat. Sure they can be fun to chase around and

So my friend’s cat has been a real help around here. But, that help does not come without a price. You gotta be able to do some fast barking and smooth woofing in order to get such a sneaky rascal to help you out.

Negotiating takes some patience, so you’re gonna have to work on that if you’re the kind of pup that eats the whole bowl in three bites. I’ve found that cats do not take anything seriously at the first, at least this cat doesn’t. Everything is a joke or they just start poking fun at you or probably searching for a clever prank to play on you. So you gotta get through that first before you begin negotiating.

And remember, you’re gonna have to get something so you can make a trade.This has been the best way of convincing my friend’s cat that she practically has no other choice but to do me this solid favor. So I end up digging up the best fuzz or string I can find, due to the fact that cats cannot resist things of this nature.

I’ve been successful in getting a few odd things by doing this, like the paper towels and a bowl of spaghetti which was delicious. Just know that the cat does have a sneaky way and will frame you up for other things lost or tossed, so just because you’re good at negotiating with the cat, doesn’t mean you can negotiate your way out of getting busted when your friend gets home.