Danny and the Terror

Is she gone yet?
Is she gone yet?

I’m back! It is I, Danny the Dog, everyone’s favorite dog. I took a few days off from my writing chores so my human, Andrew, could use the computer. He had to work on some book he wrote. I told him I’d do it for him, but no; he said I don’t write in the same style as he does. Well duh! I’m so much better at writing than he is.

If I remember correctly, in my last story I told you how fearless I am. And I am fearless, however, I have a story to convey that I am not proud of. At first, I was not going to tell you about it, but Andrew says that if I’m going to write about myself, I have to tell of my foibles as well as my strengths. I didn’t know I had foibles, but if I do, perhaps I should see a vet and have them checked out.

Well, I’ve dilly dallied long enough, here’s my sad tale (no pun intended).

Andrew has this friend, a female friend. Yeah I know. I too was surprised that he had a friend, let alone a female friend. But during my long life, I’ve been witness to stranger things. So this friend, whose name is Suzanne, came to visit last week and she brought her dog with her. Now, I am peaceful dog, I come from a long line of peace loving dogs. In fact, my father was so peaceful, he only bit the mailman once a week. But as all of my canine readers will attest to, when a new dog comes onto your turf (or boat in my case), you have to assert your dominance. And in this instance, that was not going to be a problem.

The little critter was tiny. I wasn’t sure if it was a dog or a hairy rat. Andrew, knowing my ways, tied me to a tree so I couldn’t get to the little monster. But I wasn’t giving up. I barked my head off and strained against that insidious leash. And ultimately my efforts paid off, but now I wish they hadn’t. I was tied to a thin branch and it finally broke, freeing me to go and teach that interloper a lesson. I wasn’t going to hurt her, just let her know who was boss.

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I ran full force right at the little thing, and instead of cowering or running away as any normal small dog would do, she turned and faced me, bared her teeth and started barking at me! I was so unprepared for this turn of events, that I screeched to a halt (and this is the hard part to tell), turned tail and ran. I ran right to the boat, jumped inside and hid under the bed. And do you want to know what the worst part was? As I ran, I could hear Andrew laughing his rear end off.  Or as you puppies would say, LHAO.

The conclusion to my sad story is that eventually I made friends with the little terror. Her name is Maui, and for a little female rat dog, she’s not a bad sort. But she does tend to boss me around a lot.

And as for Andrew, he will never let me forget it. Sometimes when he’s at the computer, he’ll break out laughing, turn to me and in a sickening, sugary voice say, “How’s my big brave doggie doing?  You better watch out, there are a few mean looking cats around.” I could just strangle him at times.

I have to be going, I have an appointment at the vet’s to get my foibles looked at. Until next time dog lovers.

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12 Replies to “Danny and the Terror

    1. Hi Louise … yeah … she is cute, but does she have to eat my food and then dare me to say anything about it? Your friend, Danny

  1. Hi Danny, she is cute, really cute! I can hear wedding bells!
    As always you write a fab. story, I will be first on line to buy your book Danny remember that. As for Andrew he’s just jealous, kick him into touch.

    1. Colette, you are right about Andrew, he is jealous. But at least you recognize me for the genius I am.

  2. I love this pic of you big brave doggie. loved your story, always do. Give a hug to your human and be good to him 🙂 You both write so delightful stories…

    1. Hello Little White Dove, Andrew has told be about you. I don’t know if it’s a cute story or not, but I’m one cute dog. Love and Peace, Danny

    1. Suni … this is Danny … I thought you were my friend. How could you laugh at me like that? Well … I still love ya anyway,

  3. Gave me a great big laugh for my day – thanks Danny! I’ve got a giant yellow kitty cat I’d like you to meet!

    1. Hi Jeanne … it’s me Danny. I love cats … in fact you can read about my love of cats in other stories here on my blog. It’s just little bossy female dogs that I don’t like.

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