Joyful Caramel

It’s Caramel here. You know I love to run fast and jump high. My legs are not long, but they are springy. I bet I would be good at Hurdle Jumps. I get good air. I can leap up 3 stairs at once. Easy. I can stop super fast too. I skid to a halt, point my nose in a new direction, and bam, I am off again. That’s how I am so good at chasing squirrels out of my yard. You might say it’s my super-power. Put a cape on me and I could fly.

Get this? Now when I get ready to run or jump, my family yells “Caramel! Slow!”

Slow??!!

This is a new word I had to learn. It sounds similar to “No!” Not my favourite. This one a nuissance too. It’s as pesky as deer flies buzzing around my ears. From what I gather it means “Stop having fun.”

I don’t like to use profanities, but seriously, WHAT THE FOX?

I am an obedient dog, so I stop what I am doing and look at the two legged family member that has shouted this absurd word. I look at them like they are crazy. Why can’t I have fun?

This was going on for several weeks.

At one point they were carrying me up and down the stairs. Like a baby! I can leap up stairs faster than them! It felt quite silly. Though I like to snuggle.

Sometimes when they were not looking, I tried to run fast. I noticed that one of my back legs did not cooperate. I would tell you which one if I knew my left and right. It doesn’t really matter. What does matter is that I had to pick up this leg so I ran only on three. Not ideal. The squirrels could take advantage.

My family started sprinkling this powder on my food. Something about “joints” and “middle aged” dogs. I don’t know my age. Or care quite frankly. My food is so yummy I gobble it up, but oh, I see them do it. I watch VERY carefully when they prepare my F-O-O-D. Yah, they think I can’t spell, but I figured that one out. It also took me no time to figure out the new games they started playing with me. Games I can play while, get this, I sit. Nice try. My legs are made for running.

Good news. My leg is better. I am running and jumping. This new word “Sloooow!” is absurd.

Stop having fun!? No matter how many times I hear “slooow” it will not zap the joy from me! Even before my four legs were back on the ground I knew in my heart I would skip and run and jump again. It’s who I am. Bouncy. Happy. My tail tells all.

Squirrels beware. I’m back.