Entry #306
May 24, 2013
Hello Everyone, Wimsey here coming to you from the Upper
West Side of Manhattan where it has been a crazy week weather-wise—one day it’s
August and then the next day it’s March. But fortunately every day is make my
humans crazy day. The hapless humans in
question are my primary human Maria and her friend Elizabeth with whom I have
many indoor and outdoor adventures when I stay with her during the day (or as I
like to think of them, Hound Nanny #1 and Hound Nanny #2). For instance, the other day when I was
carrying out one of my frequent merchandise inspections at Unleashed, my
favorite pet shop, one of the clerks attempted to feed me a rather large
oatmeal cookie. I promptly spat it out
until Elizabeth helpfully informed her that I prefer my larger cookies broken
in two before I consume them. It’s important for a Hound to be surrounded by
those who share his mission in life—his personal satisfaction and comfort.
So the week got off to a fine start on Sunday—there was a
cold, steady downpour during our Sunday afternoon expedition in Central Park
that I found especially conducive to taking a nice long walk and my humans
found especially conducive to hating me.
It was all “Why can’t Wimsey be like a normal dog and not want stay out
in the rain,” but they should know better than to use the word normal and me in
the same sentence. They got thoroughly soaked, as a Wimsey walk is no match for
foul weather gear of any kind. But I
enjoyed myself.
And as an added bonus, Elizabeth’s Blackberry got wet and
became inoperable, which sent her scurrying to the store for the pricey, new
Z10 model. She was due to replace her
old Blackberry anyway so I was deeply offended that she omitted to thank me for
accelerating the process. Elizabeth also
carries an Android phone (both my ladies are extremely fond of gadgets. As am
I) which is a pity since she seldom gets to look at either one of them during
our long afternoon walks together. The
main problem is that she keeps one phone clipped to my treat pouch and the
other phone actually in my treat pouch so any time she reaches for a phone I
call a halt to the proceedings and demand to be immediately snacked. If she persists in trying to access her
phones, I feel a sudden urge to pull her someplace requiring immediate
intervention. The only exception I make
is that I allow her to check her emails when we enter her building to determine
if I have a package waiting at the front desk.
These frequently contain highly desirable items that I enjoy.
Keeping one’s humans out in inclement weather is one of the
great Joys of Houndom. The only inclement weather that I do not like are
thunderstorms and when these occur I find I have an urgent need to go home
immediately and my human have an urgent need to keep four hands on the leash to
stop me. But between the hot weather,
the intense rain, the thunderstorms, etc. we have very few pictures of your
truly this week. On the hot days I am
pretty much either lying in the grass which is not all that visually
interesting or attempting to roll in a cool mud puddle which requires some
focused preventative measures and on the rainy days the lens becomes rather
moister than is consistent with coherent images. And then there is also the fact that Elizabeth
is lazy about taking pictures.
Anyway, yesterday I was having a fine nap on the futon and I
fell off onto the floor. The sound
brought Elizabeth running to make sure I was OK but I wouldn’t know since I was
still asleep at the time. It occurred to
me that I have considerable expertise in the nap department and that perhaps I
should share it for posterity.
This nap section is dedicated to my humans, one of whom
generally insists on hogging the bed at night (Maria) and then can’t fall
asleep because she is too busy trying to think up new ways to get me to let her
administer my eye ointment or to give me my liquid anti-inflammatory
medication. My other human (Elizabeth)
has to take Ambien when I come for a
sleepover and wakes up at the merest hint in the middle of the night of some
modest ear flapping or water slurping.
Wimsey’s The Art of
the Nap
Location, location
location! : The first thing to do to
achieve a successful nap is to carefully choose a location. Monopolizing the entire length of the couch
is a classic but don’t ignore the other pieces of furniture in which humans
like to sit, especially those with good sight lines to the TV. Also not to be ignored (and one of my
personal favorites) is stretching out the length of the couch on the floor and
using its bottom as a back support. While not as obvious as napping on the
couch itself, it makes the couch equally unusable for humans as there is no
room for their feet. Also one can nap
right behind the computer chair so that its occupant has to squeeze tightly
against the desk should they want to get up.
Another fine napping idea is to identify a strategic
corridor between rooms and to lie down in such a way so that everyone has to
step over you. This is a clever
variation on stretching out in the middle of the kitchen during meal
preparation times so that cooking resembles a game of Twister. But be creative! Anything that your humans
might need to access—like their iPad, their phones, the remote control, today’s
newspaper, a coat, etc., make wonderful things upon which to lie.
The Sounds: Sounds
are an extremely important part of a successful nap. This can be anything from the classic
deafening snore to dream induced noises such as bays, snorts, whines or
squeaks. Also do not neglect the sound
that your (hopefully) long nails make on your napping surface as you run
vigorously in your sleep. Slapping and
thumping one’s weighty tail is also a delightful way to ensure a lack of peace
and quiet even while you are not actively pursuing an obviously disruptive
activity. A quieter, yet equally
attention getting noise can be added by conducting a little pre-nap digging and
rearranging of whatever surface you happen to be lying on. This can be anything from making a mound of
fine Frette linens and down duvets to leaving deep talon tracks in the oriental
rug (this latter being one of my personal favorites because humans never expect
you to dig up the rug any more than they expect you to eat the mail).
The Smell: No primer on napping would be complete without
a word about the unfettered effects that naps have on one’s digestive
system. For this reason it is always
best to have eaten a fine meal before a nap, preferably one that includes some
stinky foods such as cheese, sausage, liverwurst or horse poop. And I recommend
positioning oneself to maximize your human’s olfactory appreciation of your
efforts.
The Reposition: Repositioning from time to time is extremely
important for one’s orthopedic health and allows you and your humans to experience
the nap in a variety of incarnations. It
is always best to begin repositioning with a satisfying scratch, preferably
while grunting loudly and displaying one’s manly bits. Next it’s time for a
firm head shake which results in loud ear flapping and the repositioning of a
substantial quantity of drool from your flews to your human’s walls. Having a refreshing and messy drink of water
is essential to the process and as I am a very tidy Hound this also involves
wiping my wet and drooly muzzle on a convenient pant leg or piece of
upholstered furniture. The reposition is
also an opportunity to thwack a human with a paw for some reposition relaxation
as well as to find a potentially more successful (or annoying, depending on
your point of view) napping venue.
Above all, remember that the nap should be a relaxing
experience. For you.
Well today is the start of the Memorial Day Weekend,
although cold, windy and wet weather are generally not high on anyone’s list
(except mine) for outdoor activities. There is the usual talk around here of
cleaning up the back yard for a barbecue and also of giving me a bath, which I
view as just an excuse for my humans to drink strong cocktails and consume
caloric take out food. It can’t possibly
be otherwise since the stink removal only lasts a paltry 48 hours.
But Memorial Day is the start of the summer season and the
summer season always puts me in mind of a phalanx of decorative humans lounging
around in spotless white attire just waiting to be slimed by a festive Hound.
And because I consider myself the Martha Stewart of Hounds I offer up three
chapters from my upcoming summer book:
Wimsey’s Guide To Gracious Summer Living
Wimsey’s Principles of
Gracious Gardening
1. Dig holes to add visual interest to an otherwise boring
expanse of lawn.
In addition to being immensely decorative, holes provide a
cool place to nap on sunny days. Holes can also be transformed into refreshing
mud baths on rainy days (NB: taking a dip in the pool or lounging on the lawn
furniture after a mud bath is strongly recommended).
2. Do not neglect to prune the ornamental shrubs—too many
(or any) branches and leaves can give your garden a messy appearance.
3. To fully display the magnificence of your ornamental
shrubs consider displaying their root systems as well.
4. Chewed up fences will enhance the rustic feel of your
garden.
5. Holes under the chewed up fences will encourage a wide
variety of wildlife to share the enjoyment of your garden.
6. Do not forget to water the flowerbeds frequently.
7.Fertilize, fertiliz, fertilize.
Wimsey’s Gracious
Things to do With a Lawn Chair
1. Take a nap on it.
2. Remove the cushion and drag it to a more desirable
location, such as a pile of muddy leaves and then take a nap on it.
3. Eat the cushion.
4. Eat whatever the cushion was on.
Wimsey’s Foolproof
Gracious Guide to Successful Summer Barbecuing:
1. Knock over the
grill
2. Steal the food
3. Hide
Well you get the idea.
Summer brings out the creative side of the Hound. And the creative side of the Hound brings out
the gin swilling side of the human.
I think I will leave it there for this week. I hope everyone enjoys the weekend and
regardless of what the weather is like, remember that although your Hound is
always there to “entertain” you stuffing him full of hot dogs and hamburgers
will make him a little less “entertaining.”
At least until he wakes up.
Until next time,
Wimsey, a Gracious Hound
