Yesterday I made myself a tomato sandwich - and it was a good one with thick slices of tomato on my linseed bread. I had eaten half of it, when I suddenly remembered I needed to get something from my bedroom draw, so left my sandwich on it's place on the coffee table. I was gone from the room for only a minute or two, but when I returned Kramer was happily munching on my sandwich. He had somehow climbed up to the table - at least leaned up with his front paws and taken it and eaten the lot. I know I shouldn't have tempted him - and I know by the way he licked his lips that he enjoyed the snack.
Afterwards he went back to doing what he does most of the time - sleeping. He is going to miss me when I go to China. He's funny when I come home from one of my adventures - he "dumps" MM who has cared for him in my absence and becomes my very best friend.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Saturday, February 2, 2008
Lazy Days
It is hard to get Kramer motivated. Perhaps it is the heat and humidity, or just that he is getting older, but it is hard to get him to do anything. In fact if we left him to sleep all day IN the house, he would be fine.
He has been very naughty and noisy - in part due to noisy neighbours I suspect - but he's barked at night. We know he only wants to come inside the house - and forsake his "bedroom" downstairs.
So I decided to take him for a walk. Walk? You can almost hear him protesting. He leaps up and around when the lead is produced and he helps to put it on, but at 6 feet from the bottom of the steps he stops. It is hard to know why - is he wanting someone to carry him on his "walk"?
Sometimes we have no choice - he just refuses to budge - but I insisted he walk. He'd walk a short distance and stop. And just sit and look around him as if he is on a sightseeing tour.
Until I "kickstart" him again.
It is so painful. No wonder we don't enthusiastically organise a walk for him as often as we should.
He has been very naughty and noisy - in part due to noisy neighbours I suspect - but he's barked at night. We know he only wants to come inside the house - and forsake his "bedroom" downstairs.
So I decided to take him for a walk. Walk? You can almost hear him protesting. He leaps up and around when the lead is produced and he helps to put it on, but at 6 feet from the bottom of the steps he stops. It is hard to know why - is he wanting someone to carry him on his "walk"?
Sometimes we have no choice - he just refuses to budge - but I insisted he walk. He'd walk a short distance and stop. And just sit and look around him as if he is on a sightseeing tour.
Until I "kickstart" him again.
It is so painful. No wonder we don't enthusiastically organise a walk for him as often as we should.
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