You heard it right, my hoomans call me 4K. As you can imagine, they are quite weird.
I do like my walkies over most other things – well I like snoozing as much. But that’s no reason to call me ‘4K’. Not only do my hoomans call me 4K but they also have a fridge magnet with the same message on it, except the picture isn’t mine, I think.
My walkies are legendary
Since my hoomans have made my walkies so legendary, I must mention that I only enjoy walking under certain conditions. The weather must be cool and not too sunny. The grass must smell great (read foul) – not wet though – so I can sniff out everything. And I decide the way we walk…period (read unruly)!
Sometimes I meet the neighbour girl on the other side of the street and then I don’t feel like walking anymore. I like to stand for a bit and exchange pleasantries. Hoomans pull me away after a point and I think that’s quite rude. What if I did the same to them when they chat endlessly with furiends? Well, I only flop down, acting tired and that’s enough to get them going!!
My hoomans call me 4K and I keep them active
You know, I also like going to the dogsery (read nursery), where I meet my pawls and my fav pawfessor, Ronaldo. Every time I reach Romi’s and bark, they think I am announcing arrival. But they don’t understand that I am asking them to get out of my way. They are quite like my hoomans who always think that I’m asking them to take me out for walkies. Actually, I am trying to get them to become more active. Someone has to be their fitness coach and I do the job for free.
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Well I do speak
By the way, sometimes I care to pawsdrop (read eavesdrop) and I have heard hoomans saying what if Popo could speak? I do speak but in my own way and through expressions. Its strange that most often they don’t realise that I am asking them to keep quiet. Sometimes, I also ask them to stop clicking photos by walking away when they are about to click. That’s because I don’t like this thing called social media. I want to be as social as I am comfortable with.
Oh, there’s something else I wanted to say – every time I poop and try to cover it with sand, hoomans don’t let me. They pick up the poop only to drop it near those big boxes. By the way, I’m always intrigued about what’s inside these, they smell really good (again, read foul). Not only that, they pick it up and if I understand correctly, they speak about the consistency. Its embarrassing! I never do the same when they sit on the white pot. Sometimes when I walk around and sniff the white pot, they stop me. I can’t understand why the rules are different. They also complain that I pee everywhere on my walkies, which is incorrect because I only choose prime real estate.
Our PawzNRead mascot, Mr. Popo turned eight on November 1 and we had to decipher his musings, as accurately as possible. He is seldom approving of anything, except his walkies. Like now, he has been giving us the ‘get over with it, let’s go for a walk’ look.
