Weekends are for dogs

Gosh, I wished I had the life of my dog every now and then. Chilling in every corner of the house, acting like you own the place. Going on walks in the woods where you would want to chase endless throws of pine nuts. (No acorns though, because those are poisonous). Take a dump in some random place, and get some pets on the head from a loving boss.

Not a bad ending there as a ‘problem dog’ who was rehoused I would say. The territorial part from his behavior is due to his background. After all he is an Appenzeller dog who is used in the mountains to herd and protect places and keep the family together. And that is exactly what he does, he wants everyone together.

But bosses have lives as well, and sometimes they get in the way with this one who always wants to be in the same room as you. Which sometimes will end up with this guy walking up the stairs or opening doors by himself, the little rascal. And of course sneaking in the bushes to take a pee and come out the other side to make you think he ‘wasn’t doing anything at all.’

An angel face on four legs chasing stuff. That is how a weekend should be, spending time with the rascal in the woods.