Hi everyone! Sorry I’ve not been posting for a while. But I did a guest post on Mom’s blog today. You can read it right here. Love and nose kisses to all, Bumble
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Born and raised here…
Dear All,
Mom twisted my paw in the form of a smallish piece of chicken, to get me to write a guest post on her blog for Independence Day. I ate the chicken and now I hope you’ll check it out.
Have a great weekend. Love Bumble
Peachy Greetings!
Hi this is Bumble. I have to start my post by saying that I love our beach! Although I’m not allowed to walk right on the sand. Mom says that babies crawl in the sand and if I accidentally do my business there, it’s not good for the babies. Who could disagree with that? And I would absolutely refuse to wear diapers like they do. Very restrictive.
But we have other beaches nearby where babies are not allowed. They are just for us dogs. So we’re even. Observing the beach from the terrace is fun too. I’ve spotted many dolphins and a few manatees in my days here. No sharks as yet. I guess that’s just a matter of time.
But there are animals on the beach, don’t be fooled. Alligators, like the one here. I’ve seen them when we walk in the nature reserve that borders to the beach. But there is something more exciting in the reserve itself: birds. Lots of birds. They stay in the marsh, mostly.
And if they dare to come onto my walking path, I will test whether they can fly. I have a scientific mind like that. I can tell you that all of them do fly. These Ibis birds too!
We usually go to the park in the morning. But I love to walk mom in the evening too…she needs exercise throughout the day and it’s my responsibility to ensure she gets it. We rescue dogs take our responsibilities seriously.
And coming home it’s so nice to curl up in the sofa. On my black and white cat pillow. Or even better on the king bed. I can sleep sideways and take more than half of the space if I stretch my legs really long!
Nowadays my life is quite peachy, or is it beachy? Not much to worry about. That’s all for today, I need to go check if there are any new treats in my bowl. The little banana-chicken ones are to die for! Soft and chewy, highly recommended. But mom may have given me carrots. You can read all about that in my book. Oh and I should say, have a really nice and peachy weekend folks! ♥ Bumble
The Truth About Mom
Mom and I worked together on the book for a few months, but we also do many other things together. For example, yesterday she asked me to respond to a blog award she had received. This is what I wrote.
“Ok, here we go. I hope mom doesn’t read this, she promised not to…and since I can only count to five plus one, forgive me if the number of things is not exactly the right number according to all the rules:
•Mom is very old, I mean she must be. She has a grand-daughter. She is three and she loves me. We like sitting in the easy chair together.
•Mom calls me by so many different names that it’s easy to get confused (and get blamed for dementia), like “Pludi”, which apparently has something to do with Disney, “Liti” for small, and “Bumpy” which tells me she really can’t pronounce my name. Bumble – how difficult is that? She an immigrant, you know, so I forgive her.
•Mom likes to sit on the terrace and look out on the water. She usually reads and has a drink. I like to sit with her on the lounge chair and when she goes inside, I’ll try to taste her drink. Water with lemon? It’s anyone’s guess.
•Mom is addicted to her Kindle. She calls it “fire” but I don’t see any flames, just the hot pink leather covers. So maybe she means that there is fire inside? But where’s the smoke?
•Mom always says she’ll go to the gym, but most days she just plans to go. Planning is good, better than nothing, right? At least she goes on long walks with me when I plan them.
•Mom’s clothes are at least one size too small. Why do I say that? It is obvious. The treats that she can get into her pockets are far too few and far too small. If she wore right sized jeans, for example, the pockets would be much bigger, right?”
I don’t know if this was sufficient, but that’s all I had time to write. And there’s much more in my book. Delicate details, not this flattering. Be good everybody!
Straight Talk from the Heart of a Rescue Dog
We are happy to announce the release of our first title “Confessions of a Rescue Dog”! This treat for dog lovers of all ages is now available in soft cover (188 pages) on Amazon US and as a Kindle Edition!
A paperback edition will be available on Amazon world-wide and with other book sellers in the US by Friday, February 28.
Bumble, the rescue dog, hopes that his book will help other shelter animals find loving forever homes and he invites you to enjoy an excerpt from his book (below). This is how he rediscovered play after coming to his new home.
Mom and dad have tried to play with me. They throw a little soft ball, and I guess they expect me to fetch it. But I don’t. I just look at it where it stops on the floor. They look confused, but I hope they understand I’m not used to playing with anything. I’m still a little sad too. It takes a while to shake off all sadness and dare to feel happy. I’ve learned that happiness can be short-lived, and the happier one feels the more disappointed one becomes when the happiness is no longer there. I’m working on it though. Mom and dad make it easier for me. They show me every single day that they love me.
But I have to tell you that I am already interested in play. Or perhaps I’ve always been, but my ability to enjoy play was suppressed after I left my litter-mates and my real mother. See, yesterday some friends came to visit. They are dog lovers, so they came to meet me. Mom told me they have two rescue dogs at home. I haven’t met them yet, but I’m curious. I feel that the shared experience of being abandoned at a shelter might help form a deep friendship.
Anyway, they brought me a little fox. It is brown-whitish, has a soft coat and a long tail. I’d love to play with it. My paws are itching. I’ve been sniffing at it many times, but I have not yet touched it. I’d like to pretend it runs away, and I chase it. Play. I’m tasting that word, tentatively.
The fox is on the kitchen floor near my crate. I’m looking at it. I’m a hunter, like we poodles have always been. I want the fox to run from me. It doesn’t move. I go closer. It still doesn’t move. I touch it carefully with my paw. It moves a tiny bit. I touch it again, a fast move, a little harder. Another fast move, and another. It’s running! It’s running away from the hunter. I’m going after it. No one sees me. Mom and dad are having their dinner in the family room in front of the TV. They do that sometimes when there is a program they don’t want to miss.
So I continue to push the fox in front of me, one paw, another paw. It’s running into the family room, but I don’t even notice where we are going. I’m completely into the play now. The fox is running, and I’m going after it. Faster and faster. I catch the fox in front of the fireplace. I did it! I’m taking it into my jaws and shaking it. Shaking it, back and forth, back and forth! Oh, now I lost my grip! The fox flies up in the air, and lands right on dad’s plate!
A portion of this book’s sales will go to the local Humane Society shelter where Bumble lives.
Stay tuned for further news!
Firdemonte Press 
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