Hannah Belle -- by Charlie

 Hannah is a pain. She still nibbles on my ears and tries to make me wrestle with her.

But I am the King of this Domain and above such childish puppy shenanigans.

Yesterday morning there was no breakfast. Hannah protested and went on the couch to give Val the 'look'. I didn't know why we had to miss breakfast.

Then Val took Hannah away in the car. I figured they were going for a walk.

Huh.

She came back without Hannah. No Hannah. No irritating, nagging, annoying, Hannah.

While Val was taking groceries out of the car, I jumped in looking for her. I smelled her.

Did she give her back to the Foster Family? 

I wandered around the house looking. No Hannah. No Hannah. Instead of sitting on the porch like usual, I started wandering the yard, I checked the big shed where Val always hollers 'NO, get out of the shed!' 

No Hannah. 

Finally, I stood in the middle of the kitchen and gave Val that look. She came and sat down on the floor and talked to me. She told me that Hannah went to the veterinarian's office to get fixed.

Huh.
I didn't know she was broken.

Val said that when I was a puppy I had to get 'fixed' too. I don't recall.

She said it was harder for girl puppies. 

Whatever.

Did she get her puppy nibbles biting of my ears fixed? Was she coming back? 

Communication with humans is so hard. 

I had a quiet afternoon. It was pretty darned peaceful.

She came back. But she was different. In fact Hannah was like an old dog and she smelled like the Vet's office. Hannah ignored me and looked so sad.

I kinda felt sorry for her. I don't think she was 'fixed' I think the Vet broke her.

Val made a bed for us on the living room floor so Hannah wouldn't jump up on the couch. She said something about stitches.

I like Hannah this way, she was so quiet that we could snuggle close.

By 3am the old Hannah came back.

Val feed her and put a shirt on her so she wouldn't lick the stitch stuff.

The Veterinarian totally messed up.

She isn't fixed at all.

Same irritating pup that went to the office.

 Oh, and that shirt. Just wrong in my mind.

And Val should get her money back. 
She is NOT fixed at all.

Her. By Charlie

She says: Want to go for a walk?

I think: IF I go out with you, we can smell squirrels, eat deer poop, and I can ignore you unless you offer tiny dog treats and call me repeatedly.

I'd be an idiot to turn all that down.

She heads out the door and towards the hill. I head the other way and sit down in the driveway. Obviously, she is going the wrong way. 
So I sit. And sit.

And then She calls me and I turn my head to stare up the drive. I will ignore her first few calls and then think a bit about it. 

My collar goes buzzzzzz... buzzzz. Oh crap. She really does want to go the wrong way. Tsk, tsk. 

I guess. 

So I stand up and trot to her with an upward glance. She calls me a Good Dog and reaches wayyy down to run her mittened hand over my head.

Off we go.

Maybe I'll find some really good smells and maybe I can chase a deer. I know She thinks I am a little tiny dog, but I don't see myself that way. I'm a hound. I am a Hunter with a capitol H. I seek voles and mice along with the big game. 

I have Her to protect me from the scary things in the forest.

Like Coyote smell and Bobcat smell.

We got down into the creek and I found a curiosity. A dead raccoon. It looked like it was sound asleep in the creek. I smelled it and just stood and stared at it. 

She told me to "Leave it be" and we went on.  Contrary to popular belief, I don't roll in dead things. I like to find something nasty, sticky, black, and that has an intoxicating odor to roll in. Dead animals are not interesting at all.

Smart pellets like deer poo are delicious. When I was a pup an old hound dog named Dixie taught me how to find them and eat them. She was an excellent mentor. She said they would make me smarter. Dixie said that Morris told her that.

Val however, is okay, but just doesn't have much of a nose to speak of. She is pretty nice to cuddle with and She is in charge of feeding me, but she has no good sense of smell. I guess I'll just have to forgive her for that.

She also has no fear. When I smell coyote tracks and shiver and quiver, She just looks around and shrugs. She also has a pistol thing. It makes Huge Loud Scary Booms. Since I am so frightened of guns, she usually leaves it in the holster thing.

I like leading. The only time I don't is when I hear gunshots or perhaps smell something quite dangerous near by. 

I headed down the creek. She stopped to admire a small pool of trout. 

Then there was something inside a log that captured her attention. 

"Look at this Charlie! Ice!" 

I was busy smelling for wild things. 

Finally She sat on a log and just didn't do anything. I think She was just listening. Maybe She was trying to smell.

Maybe She was thinking. I do that a lot. I think.

Mostly I think about Food.

Finally She stood up and called me.

I was on the other side of the little creek so I sat down and pretended my ears were plugged up. I was in a good place and She could just sit down again and Think.

She buzzed my collar and I came on the run.

I'm pretty good that way. If She buzzes me or rings the collar I do come quickly.

Otherwise?

I ignore her.

She and I walked along another deer trail and headed back towards the house. We went slow. Well, She went slow like She was looking for something.

Maybe if She had a better nose She would know what She was looking for.

But She seems to drift here and there through the forest just soaking things up. And often She sticks that camera in her face.

She is...

a bit Odd.

I have to admit, She isn't all that bad for being a two-legged creature. But She is what I've got so I guess I will make do.

At least She makes me a nice place on the couch with blankets to rest. For that? I like Her.