Roman Dog

The life of a Roman dog, as told by Roman, the dog.

Friday, September 23, 2005

I Live in the Now

Me and Max, enjoying our final weekend together before he moves to his new home in Tampa. I'd say I was going to miss him, but I'm a dog - and I forget whatever is out of sight. For example, my master went to the store and when he got back 15 minutes later, I was so happy to see him. Reason: I forgot he existed until he walked back in the door.

So farewell, Max - I'll remember you next time I see you.

Monday, September 19, 2005

Wrestling a Sheep

This is me with a black sheep. OK, I'm lying. It's actually me with a poodle. His name is Max and I like to bite his ears and legs, which he allows for the most part.

He teaches me all sorts of negative behaviors that get me in trouble, like how to sneak off when the master has his head turned, or how to look at the master with a dumbfounded expression when told to "come."

We're pretty tight, but Max is moving to Tampa soon. I hope he enjoys retirement. I will miss him.

Tuesday, September 13, 2005

Inner Turmoil

I must confess, I've got a rebellious streak that surfaces with alarming frequency. I want to be good, I really do, but I just can't. It starts in little ways; not coming when called, staring too long into the master's eyes, the usual stuff. But before I know it, I'm eating holes in walls and ripping up underwear.

God, help me. I need a job. With sheep.