Fenway's Point of View - Episode One

My humans love to read Julie Zickefoose's blog about her Boston terrier, Chet Baker. He even has his own Facebook page. They laugh whenever she posts a picture or a blog about Chet. Hmpf…..he's not so special. Just because he lives on a farm in Ohio and gets to go running and exploring nature with his humans isn't such a big deal.

I do most of the same fun stuff. I walk every day, to check to see if Lake Michigan is still there. And I run at the dog parks so I can stay in shape. I love to "process" cardboard boxes so that they end up a collection of very small pieces. My humans have yet to find a toy that my strong jaws can't destroy. Especially any toy that squeaks - it must be de-squeaked immediately!

I hide treats and toys (especially rawhide stuff) that I find "unacceptable" but I won't tell them why they are unacceptable. That way they get to spend more money on me.  It's fun to hide stuff in mom's shoe, and at the back of dad's closet, under their pillows or to drop things down the heater vent in the hall. I figure it makes housecleaning more of an adventure for the humans who live in my house. (When I go to visit my big cousin Sadie I hide all of her bones in secret places so she can have fun for days trying to find them after I leave.)

I am the boss of all other dogs I meet - no matter how big. In fact, the bigger the better. I go right up to them, stare them down and let them know "You are not the boss of me!"Then I run away but they can never catch me! One time this big man they called Todd came to visit. He said I had a "battleship personality in a rowboat body".  Not sure what that means….but I am in charge! I bark at any dogs who dare to walk down MY sidewalk on the other side of the fence. That Milwaukee sidewalk is MINE!

Sadly I can't be quite as brave when we have thunderstorms. I quiver when thunder comes by. But if I jump up in the bed next to my mom and she covers me with a pillow and tells me "Fenway - that's OK….shhhhh" then her bed stops vibrating and she can go back to sleep. I just don't like thunder. And what's with that stuff called fireworks? I don't like those things either.

I sing "Happy Birthday" and I sing it beautifully if I do say so myself.  Sad to say it is the only song in my repertoire.

I get to sleep on the furniture. (But at night I sleep in my own bed unless it's stormy outside.) It's only right that I should get to sleep on the sofas and the chairs and be covered with blankets whenever I want. What else is that furniture for?

I've been known to race across the back yard to catch and kill a chipmunk. I shake them, break their necks quickly….but then don't know what to do with my catch. This activity proves I am a hunter, but is met with some disgust on the part of my humans.

When that Zickefoose person wrote that her Chet was "…a solid dark polished ebony chunk of love" she could have been talking about me!

Maybe I need a Facebook page too.