Cocoa’s Dog Blog: This Weather Is Terrible!

AUTHOR’S NOTE: So yesterday my mother’s chocolate lab, Cocoa, comes up to me in my bedroom while I am typing some stuff for my website. He sits next to my chair and begins whimpering…and I try to escort him outside to play with him, but I remember it’s raining really hard. No sooner did I realize that than I see him pawing at my keyboard, and he had closed out Firefox. So, realizing his adept skills at the computer, I let him type his first blog, but it looked something like this:

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I figure that’s not going to work so if he wants to write something he can dictate to me. So through a series of barks, scratches, facial expressions and whimpers, he relays to me what he wants to say…I think I got the good gist of it. Hopefully this will be a regular feature — I’ll invite the guy into the room weekly to ruminate on my blog. Here are his thoughts on the weather.

I know I am only six months old or so, but it’s really fun being a pup sometimes. My master Sybil gives me good food, I have tons of toys and I can regularly play outside.

But not today! I don’t know what it is but ever since I’ve been brought to the Brewer house to live with these good people, we have had some weird stuff going on outside!

When I was about two months old this white powder fell from the sky and I had to jump up and chase it. Chris told me it was snow.

A month later I saw everything covered with water, and I wanted to go drink it all up until I found out that water wasn’t supposed to be there. It was like the road became a big doggy dish.

Now we get these big gray puffy things in the sky that drop a lot of water and these weird dogs on poles howl constantly. People get scared and run into halls, grab pillows and lay down, and I don’t understand what for. Finally a big dog people are scared of, maybe?

All I know is that I like it sunny outside. I like being able to go out there and play with Sybil and Chris, and just to run around. I like eating grass too, and chipping bark off the tree. Did I mention I like to dig?

It has not been sunny outside for the past day or two. I can’t go out and play, and I got so scared last night. I’m sure Chris and Sybil were sleeping but I kept yelping around 6, the normal time I wake up — and no one did anything! I almost dropped a deuce (that’s the term I always hear Chris use) right in my kennel!

Anyway, I need to go. Sybil is offering me a pig ear so I need to take it before I—PIG EAR, PIG EAR, PIG EAR, YUM YUM YUM….

Well, that’s it. He ran off after that pig ear real quick and forgot completely about the rest of his blog post. Anyhoo, welcome Cocoa to the blog, hopefully as he grows older and wiser he will provide some very valuable insight into the canine world.