The Boy Can't Help It
When we pull out the lawn chairs, we always put up an extra one for Chet, who enjoys being part of the dinner table conversation. He listens attentively and hopes that someone hands him part of their dinner, but he is never pushy about it. He looks particularly hopeful here.Chet Baker has one of the most expressive faces, human or animal, I've ever seen. I never tire of capturing his moods with my camera. He loves to be photographed and I am certain that he mugs for the camera.
I have mentioned in earlier posts that Chet occasionally suffers from flatulence. It is sad, but true. Some of his little issuances are audible. He knows that these are a real no-no.
Oops! Did I just....umm....did anyone hear something?
I am terribly sorry. It is the dried chicken breast strips from Trader Joe's that do it every time. I wish I did not love them so much.
You are hurting my feelings now. It is not that funny.Boston terriers love to be laughed with, but not laughed at. So after the air clears, Baker always gets a kiss to make it all better. Phew! BAKER!
Bill will kick him out of bed for such a transgression. I never do. Every Boston terrier puppy should come with a book of matches. Other than that small, easily overlooked flaw, they are the perfect dog.
posted by Julie Zickefoose @ 9:51 PM
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15 Comments:
***wiping eyes from laughing***
Oh, Chet! We will forgive you any amount of flatulence, if you give us that face!
Lately I think the quality of this blog is suffering for all the talk of doggie flatulence.
;-)
Lucky he's so handsome, eh?
That's what I tell my dog, anyway. He's having ear issues, still. He leaves little splats of pea-soup green goop wherever he frequents; shaken from his ears, despite the daily meds.
Aren't you glad I shared that?
Life with animals....
What a way to start the morning, laughed right out loud! Cap't Jack Sparrow (the schnauzer youth at our house) jumps up and looks at everyone else with an accusing eye when that happens. Total innocence on his part, of course. Isn't that their job to bring a little comic relief to life?
Caroline in SD
That's not flatulence, it's an air leak. He’s deflating himself so he won't get a swollen head from all the attention.
;-)
R
Fiona is cracking up laughing next to me as I'm typing this.
What does Chet Baker's "voice" sound like to you? After reading this post, I could almost imagine him sounding like Grover from Sesame Street.
Kagan thanks CB for the recommendation of those TJ's chicken strips. At 12 1/2, he's deaf to any sounds they might produce, but he will sometimes rouse himself from his sleeping spot and slink away to a fresher-smelling one, shooting us a reproachful glance as he goes. Clearly the smell is all our fault. Who made him eat those evil treats anyway? :)
I read a novel once in which such issuances were called "reports from the interior" which has a delightful double, double meaning to it.
Chet Baker sure seems like a wonderful companion.
Baker is all that, Pablo! Wendi, since you asked, Baker has his own dialect and accent, and even his own grammar. It is a southern accent, he drawls heavily, and his grammar isn't perfect. Friends who stay with us sometimes pick it up and continue to use Bakerspeak when they return home. I am thinking of Darryl and Darlene (assumed names) who came here with proper East Coast accents and after four days of exposure, now drawl just like Baker.
Julie-
Between you and Chet and the comments on this post, I laughed untill tears squirted out of my eyes!! You all are a funny bunch!
Laughing until you cry: good! We all need that. I have a correction to make. My friend "Darlene" just called and said their Bakerspeak names are Dwayne and Darlene, not Darryl. She wanted me to know that they're back to speaking proper Bostonian now. There's Boston accents, and then there's Boston terrier accents, which are much more fun.
You know, in Indiana we have a saying:
"The smeller's the feller."
I wonder how much gas Chet is truly responsible for and for how much he is blamed."
I picked up the Baker dialect and it drives Non Birding Bill crazy. It freaks him out, and he threatens dire tickling if I continue to use it.
I frequently find myself calling Cinnamon "benneh" the way Chet would say bunny.
Why, we wuz jest thinkin' about yew, Birdchick. There wuz a benneh out in the yard that Bill seen, and Bakur done tried to cotch 'im, but the benneh wuz faster. Bakur nearly done cotched 'im. Now he is sprawled out flat-like on the tile floor, a verra hot, tuckered out puppeh. Sorry, NBB. We done bit Birdchick on the neck in the night.
Oh, okay...so a little bit Foghorn Leghorn then? And a little, ummm, Brer Rabbit? A dialect I'd love to pick up one day.
I wonder how many people's dogs "have accents". Kagan (born in Oklahoma) "talks" the way you'd imagine the Marlboro man talks, with an overlay of Eeyore.
Dear Chet, We Bostons must stick together. Wrong word for me, but you know what I mean. I get blamed for many things. I let Jack and Sandy sleep on my bed and they accuse me of tearing the blanket.
Two of them and all I'm doing is playing. Everyone knows that all Bostons have an internal combustion problem. We never know when the relief valve opens but it always startles us and we must look to be sure it is just air. Anyway keep the faith. Missy
Julie:
Miss Manners says that it's ruder to draw attention to the emissions of others that it is to emit in the first place.
Hey, Chet, it's okay. Y'all just keep emitting...You know they love you anyway!
After 40 years of BT companionship, I finally discovered a raw diet. Miraculous! All flatulence disappeared. Try it.
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