Tag: Flurry D. Dog

Toffees

Dear Diary, I have a feeling Toff is going to be a problem in Doggy Heaven. Toff says he is an unusually excellent dog that used to live in No Joke. Zorro is not sure, but he thinks it is an important place on Earth. Toff and his pack are claiming all the best toys and sleeping places and they are always at the spa. Loba calls the followers the Toffees because they are sticking to Toff’s behind. They have still not received any tins of dog food from him.

“Toff is not a Royal Scottish Guard dog, like me,” says Zorro.  “In fact, I have heard that his pedigree is shady. If we were not in Doggy Heaven, I would challenge him to a dog fight, then we would find out who is top dog! I heard that Toff never fought on Earth because of an ingrown claw, his Master had to defend him.” And then Zorro laughed and laughed, very loudly.

Loba is in a bad mood because a Toffee took her spot at the spa.

Zorro the Brave

Zorro is a very brave dog. You may call him crazy. Zorro never backs down for anything. The wolfs in Heaven treat Zorro with respect, he was that brave on Earth.

“Guard service,” says Zorro. “That is my job, to be a guard dog. From the Royal Guards of Scotland”.

That is when it gets weird. Loba looks away and she has whispered to me that Zorro has never been to Scotland.

Clouding

Clouding with the Cocker Spaniel girls

Dear Daiary, the Cocker Spaniel girls are crazy! A whole pack approached me today and asked if I wanted to go clouding with them. It was embarrassing, I did not know what that was. “Come on Flurry, pleeease,” they giggled, “we show you,” and then they giggled more. Aunt Loba and Uncle Zorro looked at each other for a while and then nodded at me encouragingly. I had to go.

When you are clouding, you catch a passing little cloud, jump on it and kind of surf it until it disintegrates. Then you fall to the ground, but it is never far, and we can use our wings if necessary. It is quite scary but also a lot of fun. The first time, I jumped too hard and fell right through the cloud. The girls giggled and showed me how to slide onto the cloud and then move the legs around to keep the cloud speeding forward. I soon got the hang of it and it was so fun, and the cocker girls and I kept on clouding for hours. We laughed and laughed. Best day for a long time!

I don’t think I played much on Earth, especially not with dogs. Cocker Spaniel girls, where were you on Earth?

I’m in Heaven….do do da, la la la…

Chasing Sainthood

This is something I have observed with rich individuals. First, they want to make a lot of money and generally be the best and the winners of everything. When they have it all, they look around for more, and find one thing, one only thing they do not have.

Sainthood.

Respected, but not liked they create a massive charity to gain sainthood on Earth. Like The Toff Award.

Zorro’s Pay

Zorro has been doing his accounts, he sets his own pay. He has a notebook where he has written up everything he did on Earth. A tin of sardines for guard duty, meat on the bone for chasing away an intruder. He says he was underpaid on Earth for intruder chasing, Master owes him!

Loba whispered to me that Zorro can’t count or write. “What intruders?” she asked. “The mailman,” said Zorro, “came almost every day. And hundreds of little critters”. Loba had to agree.

I wonder if Zorro is jealous of Toff?

Toff

Toff and his pack of admirers.

We have a new arrival in Doggy Heaven, a somewhat “large” Basset called Toff. The dogs are whispering that Toff was very rich on Earth, his family owned a dog food factory. Toff had a billion tins of dog food, the soft and meaty, yummy type. He may have been the richest dog on Earth.

Toff is strolling in the park with a pack of curious admirers. “Stupid,” says Loba, “he was not able to bring the tins with him to Heaven. Toff is not interesting without his tins; he does not want to play.”

A black Labrador called Charlie told me that Toff was a good dog on Earth, he gave a lot of free food to homeless shelters. Loba scoffed, “only because he realized he had no friends after hogging all the food for himself and the tins were out of date and unsaleable anyway. Toff does not really care about the homeless dogs. He only cares about himself.”

Charlie did not agree, he said Toff had created a yearly award of 1000 tins to feed deserving street dogs. It is called The Toff Award.

“Yeah,” said Loba, “it is tax deductible.”

Then Charlie called Loba negative, I guess that is to expect from a permanently positive Labrador.

Toff is walking with a confident stride. I think I keep out of his way; he reminds me of the bully dogs.

Bite Marks on Furniture

Mom and Dad are polishing their dining room table and chairs.

“What are we going to do with Flurry’s bite marks on the legs,” asked Mom? “They are too deep to sand away.”

They decided to just smooth the edges of the holes and polish over.

“Flurry lefts his marks,” said Dad. “Yeah,” said Mom, “scratch marks on the doors as well.”

I think they are pleased to have little memories from me.

Mjauu Too

Dear Dairy, we have a difficult situation to deal with. The cats in Heaven say that the dogs are harassing the cats on Earth. It started with a cat called Miss Kiss that told another cat that when she lived on Earth, a neighboring dog constantly attacked her. When she was stalking a bird, the dog would come out of nowhere and chase her away, if she were sleeping in the sun, the same. The dog seemed to think this was a fun game.

I can see this was irritating to the cat.

Well, then, another cat said this happened to him as well, Mjauu Too, was the phrase, and then another one and another one, Mjauu Too, Mjauu Too, Mjauu Too until the air was filled with so many Mjauu Too that the noise got over to Doggy Heaven.

It seems that dogs harassing cats on Earth is a widespread problem. I am confused, my old doubts about being a real dog are back. I mean, the cat chased me away, it is not how it is supposed to be, is it? Maybe, I am not a dog, I might be a sort of human, or something in between, like a pet. I am quite confused about this; I don’t know my identity.

I need to talk to Dr. Goldie about this.

Letter From Zorro

Dear Master and Mistress, this is Zorro speaking, the late pet Flurry is taking my dictation. First, I like to congratulate you on still being in good health on Earth, as you know, the Lady Loba and myself went to our eternal rest some time ago. We send our warmest regards to Master and Mistress, and would like you to know, that we still are at your service. Now we are looking after your pet Flurry, he is comfortable and doing well in Doggy Heaven. I am concerned that the garden in North America is not kept free of varmints, security is lacking, but I assure you that would not have happened on my watch and I am teaching Flurry some basic skills in this area, but he is disinterested and hard to train. The Lady Loba and I are well and safe in Doggy Heaven. Signed: your valuable servant Zorro and the Lady Loba.