Pepsi De Dawg
A] Personal Details
1] Your Name?
Pepsi De Dawg, Pup, Yapper, Hey-You, Cutie, Baby-girl (I hate that one, and only one human gets away with that – grandma!).
2] What do you call your 2-leggeds?
One makes me say, Boss; the other one is lower in rank than me, so I get called boss (note the caps – I only get to be little boss if big Boss is around – but what isn’t seen …)
3] What K9 Breed are you?
I’m a Tenterfield Terrier – that’s Australian! Some people say small, but terrier’s do a good job with rats and stuff, and I protect the orchard (when the Boss is anywhere close). Even when sitting in front of the shed in the sun-spot, I keep an eye on all my territory [snore].
4] How Old Are You?
Gawp! I’m not telling anyone that! Wrooof! When they found me at the Death Camp, I had to pretend to be a lot younger than I was, so … just keep those paws-thoughts to yourself. Boy, Scrappy, a girl’s gotta keep some secrets – those humans would try to make me slow down, you know … We dawgs gotta stick together.
5] Do you live inside or outside and more importantly – do you run your household?
I have a bed in front of the shed, and that’s the day-time sun-spot, Ar, guard post, that is.
I have a bed in the main room, well, three beds if you count my chairs (I might let them sit on them, but that’s only to warm them up for me, Rrrrrrright?).
I have two in the other room (Boss calls it the work room, but I’m sure they used to eat in there), both these beds are out of the way of Boss while working, ‘cos, you know, it can get a bit dangerous with all the barking and growling and jumping and prowling and wheeling and dealing – and Boss says it’s all Wrrrrrrriting. Yeah, right. I know a growl by any other name.
I have two beds in the sleeping room. One on this side, one on Boss side, and a passage under the bed (which also has my very own doona for the times when thunderstorm monsters come – bad!!!!!). When Boss goes to bed, I sleep on Boss side. When the snores start, I go to the other side for a peaceful night’s sleep; Arrrrrrrr, guard duty, that is.
6] Where abouts in the world do you live?
We live in the land down-under – Oz, otherwise known as Australia – pronounced Oss-tray-lee-a – there’s no Z unless the short version is used, as in Ozzie, which we say as Aussie (but in this case, it sounds like Z’s instead of S’s).
B] Exercise/Play Time/Adventuring
Since Boss got the back problem, I have to take the other one for a walk. Every day. Slow-poke, too, and never goes where I want. Phhhht. I show where to go to make signposts, to make sure every-every-every dog in town knows which bit is mine, you know, but do I get a say?
Okay, sometimes I get to push the boundaries. Okay. Often. But it’s my job. Everybody gotta know I keep up my end of the messaging req’s. And there are specific times, and places and people, who got to pay the price. That woman down the road, she walks at exactly 0715 am, and she has treats. And I get a pat, but the treat is her payment to me for right of use of that section of my walk. Okay.
I don’t do play time. Sticks are bad. Balls are too fast for my old eyes. Kongs are only useful when I can get my tongue in and get that cheese out within one minute! One minute, and then it gets buried. And you know what? No one ever finds where I bury things, ‘cos I know how to do a secret bury. Not even Boss knows where the dirt is disturbed.
No Kongs, just treats at the designated times, places and from the right personages. Right?
7] How often do you take your 2 leggeds for a walk?
See above. Every day if I can get the lazy git up. Twice a day if I can push it, but I’m getting a bit grey now (don’t tell anyone I said that).
8] Do you do lots of adventuring when out and about?
Yep. Lots. I know every section of the five kilometres (okay, more, but I’m the one telling the story here) that surrounds my walking zone. The creek from the main road (they call it North East, but really, it’s just the busy road, too noisy; trucks and sirens and horns and squeals) to the big shopping centre is all my territory, all the houses and tracks along there, the stables and horses and ducks and birds and trees and … all my territory. And the school, where I get pats if it’s a school day. And the community garden, where someone always has a treat. And the kindy, where they all say how ‘cute’ I am. Well, I am.
But I don’t like it when the koala’s come down outta the trees – they may look like dogs, but boy, have they got claws! And the noise they make! Worse than thunder.
9] Do your 2 leggeds allow you to talk to other K9’s on your walks or do they huff and puff behind you and urge you to hurry along?
The walker likes to chat on the walks – lazy git – but I’m serious. I gotta get to every place that needs signing, you know. I allow a short break every now and then, but then it’s back to business, pronto. Time waits for no dog, and posts and trees and poles and pees – this is what’s important.
10] Are you allowed to do ‘stuff’ on your walks freely? Do you walk off or on lead?
I don’t let the walker off the leash. Gotta keep control of the lazy git. I lead the way, push past the slow lane, forge ahead to the next signage point. Sometimes, it gets to the point where I have to drag and drag and drag to get a move on. I have to keep walker on leash, ‘cos that’s my back-up, and walker gets very insecure if I’m not attached. It’s not me that needs the security of it, you understand? Understand?
11] Have your 2 leggeds ever embarrassed you? If so how?
How to tell when the dog’s ready to move on? Open the eyes, human, and see this? We look down the path. I do my meet-n-greet with the dogs, a quick sniff to let them know I’m the ruler around here, then my nose points in the direction of ‘away’. But the mouth opens, the people speak, and we have to sit and wait and put on that look that says ‘enough already – let’s went!’ Do they listen? No. That’s very embarrassing for the other dogs to see how disrespectful my human can be.
12] Do your 2 leggeds expect you to fetch the ball/toy every time during soft/hard play?
I beg your pardon?
13] Do you have favourite toys and if so, what are they?
Bed, towel (only for the use of a rub-down after the walk, thank you). My food mat. The after-walk chew. My humans, who know exactly what I want and when.
14] Are you a very much loved K9?
Not nearly as much as I deserve, but I try to let them work on the issue as much as possible.
15] Do your 2 leggeds take you away on holidays with them?
And why wouldn’t they? You’re not trying to influence them, are you? I’ll keep my nose on you … no other dawg is gonna get a chance to take my Boss. There will be no shipping this dawg off to the fat farm while they go off sniffing things that don’t belong to them.
16] Are you given treats? What are your favourites?
Cheese is the lunch-time treat. Special doggy treats come after they eat at night, but only from the low-ranked member (‘cos I trained him from the time I came to this pack – and I let it be known that the only way for me to trust one of those male critters came at a high price. He gives me an after-dinner treat every night now – good, yeah?).
Oh, yeah. The chew. That happens at the end of every walk. Every walk. No exceptions. The Boss said it was to ensure I always wanted to come home (did you know they dragged me out of the death camp at the last possible second?), but the chew is something I put in the mind of the Boss.
17] Are you fed a nutritional diet and is your food moist or dry or both or even the raw meat diet?
I eat at exactly the same times each day. I wait on my food mat while the wet stuff gets nuked to exactly the right temperature (I have a sensitive tummy, you know – Arrrrrr Arrrrr Arrrrr – and don’t you tell them otherwise!), mixed in with just the right size and smell bikkies (a few cat bikkies just for gastronomic pleasure), stirred exactly 13 times in a clockwise direction, before being placed in the centre of my food mat.
For the evening meal, repeat, exactly – I was trained by a cat, and he told me these were the rules. I liked that cat (Do Not Tell Anyone Else, Scrappy – you know what’d happen, don’t you? Reputation is all).
There is also a special treat for the after-bath situation. And it better be good. I like the dried up ‘roo meat. Twice, just for the indignity of the bath thing. Dogs Do Not Need To Wash. How do we get them to understand this, Scrappy? I shakes me head, I truly do.
18] Are you allowed to sample your 2 leggeds food?
No. Not even allowed to look while they eat. Let me check a sec’ – no-one’s looking: the Boss saves me a bit of something good from each meal, but don’t tell anyone – it’s just an acknowledgement of who the Real boss is.
D] Your Personal K9 Stuff
19] Do you have a favourite piece of 2 legged clothing and if so, do they know?
The pillow. He says it’s his, but it’s not. And on the Boss’s chair is a lump of sheepskin. I like that, but I’m not allowed to borrow it.
20] Do you deliberately play up at times, just to annoy or worry the 2 leggeds?
Yeah, why? What’s it to you? You gonna let it slip, are you? We gotta stick together, Scrappy, make sure they know they can’t do it without us. How else can I get them to pay attention? I tell them what to do, when to do it, and why – and they pretend they don’t understand, so I have to do it all again and again and again. Sometimes, I think they do it just to irritate me.
21] Do you have a bed or a favourite sleeping place?
Every single one of them. And the car, but it has to have the right towel (and the doona, don’t forget the doona).
22] Are you always with your 2-leggeds or do you sometimes need ‘Time out?’
I go sleep in front of the shed (Boss calls it ‘guard duty’). It’s the best sun-trap in the garden. Sometimes I hop into the front window (someone put a pillow in there, so it’s mine now). That’s the second best sun-trap.
23] Do your 2 leggeds make you ‘dress up?’ If so, when or what for and do you enjoy it?
I have a coat. I let them use that one coat when it’s cold and I have to take the walker out. I will only wear that one coat. The other coats are so, so, so embarrassing. I’m a dog! Okay, I have short fur, and it gets cold, but we can run, yes? Okay, not so well anymore, which is why I let them use that coat. Only that one. Not the gaudy ones, just the plain blue one.
24] Are you photogenic or make them run after you to capture you on film?
Of course I’m photogenic. It’s not my fault they break cameras all the time.
25] Do you have a friendly vet?
Grrrrrrr. I do beg your pardon? Those people who stick things up your bum, needles in your neck – for no reason! – and poke and prod the painful bits? Phhhht. I haven’t bitten one yet, but I tell ya ….
26] What would be your pawfect day?
Warm sun, no birds in my sun-spot, the Boss working outside, cool water, and a chew that lasted exactly long enough.
Finally, in your own words tell us something about both you and your 2 leggeds that the questions haven’t touched on or asked about – something unique …
Am I allowed to tell secrets? Okay, nobody’s listening.
I’m a lot older than I let on, but the Boss doesn’t know. In fact, the Boss is pretty dumb when it comes to understanding who really rules the roost. Can’t figure out what I’m saying (but I can sure make Boss jump!!) when I say ‘Someone’s here!! Get up!!’ or stuff like that. – Arrrrrr Arrrrr Arrrrr!
And I’d rather you didn’t tell anyone, but I’m a bit anxious. Not as much as I used to be, but I still can’t go into the kitchen. Scares the living fleas outta me. Don’t know why, but I don’t like a lot of the noises in there – those beeps and rings and thumps! And there are sticks and knives and things get ‘tenderised’ and … and … that’s enough of that.
And I don’t like slippery floors. Had to force the Boss to get rugs everywhere, so I don’t slip up and fall flat on my face. We now have a good number of rugs, but I’d like at least a couple more.
The biggest secret of all: My Boss doesn’t walk me at all anymore. I know, sacrilege. Mind you, Boss hardly walks at all these days, and gets around with a metal cage – dangerous! But one day the cage will go and we’ll get out there like we used to and I’ll have to listen to the words that get tested for a future story. I liked those times, and I want them to come back. I was like Boss talked out the stories just for me, just for us.
My special thanks to Pepsi De Dawg and the Boss for taking the time out and paw down their story to us from deep down under in the land of the roos! Oh l was reading this to Dad Pepsi and he used to live in the land down under, in fact his Sister is a true Ozzie, whilst Dad is a Brit. So he was laughing and saying he knows exactly how to say Australia in just the right way 🙂
I can so easily relate to so much of your story, the 2 leggeds at times simply don’t get it, when we go walkies, it is actually me doing the leading, l mean they are always behind me so who is being walked exactly – like hello!
Thank you again Pepsi and remember Power to the Bark!
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