I have absolutely no idea what our Jones is thinking most of the time.
We tried to “teach” him stuff. And yes he knows; sit, down, come, zit (Dutch for sit), pootje (give me a paw in Dutch) and AF! (means stop it RIGHT NOW! in Dutch). But if we are walking over to my mom and dads house and I try to call him to come back to me, he all of a sudden looses all the hearing senses he had two minutes before and he will just look at me with this smarty pants grin and keeps on trotting along (from a distance... yes).
I am NOT a dog whisperer. Not even close…
Lately I have been having some trouble sleeping and because we don’t have central air we also don’t have air condition. So when it gets really really hot (like it did a couple of weeks ago) Bastiaan installed on of those air-conditioning things in the window of our bedroom. But, you might know, that thing is LOUD! And that doesn't improve sleeping, so we just had the window open… hoping for a nice breeze…
It was about 3 AM in the morning and I hear Jones barking, i just (almost) fell asleep and was NOT happy with this interruption. He sometimes barks, but normally he just goes on for 3 barks and then he is silent again. This time it just seemed he was barking his head off… for forever…
Really pissed and worried that Bastiaan would awake I climbed out of bed stumbled around in the dark to find a robe, couldn’t find one so I decided to run out of the bedroom half naked… Hoping all along that Jones wasn’t barking at some killer on the loose, didn’t really want to make some killers day by showing up all naked!
I peeked true the window and didn’t see no killers, so I even got more pissed, that crazy dog was probably barking because of some skunk and I would run into it and it would spray me all over with that stinky stuff…. while Jones would be running around with his stupid grin on its face… Great!
While I was running thru the house I kinda forgot that I brought a new friend for Classic the day before. The friend in question was a cute baby calf all white and gray instead of white and black, like “normal” Holstein cows are, that i took from the farm. I was sooo impressed with this baby calf I talked Bastiaan into keeping it. And thus I had made a little stall besides Classic’s stall and had put the baby calf, named her Stella, in there.
I was thinking about Jones, being such a pain in the buttocks and trying to find my slippers and a jacket, (better not to run outside naked, even if it is 3 AM in the morning and we are in the middle of nowhere) at the same time ripping the door open and start running towards the barn.
Jones is barking even more (if that was even possible) and anxious waiting for me to get in the barn…
I hit the light switch and Classic is standing there, blinking his eyes as if trying to waking up but not really succeeding at it, and Jones goes absolutely berserk!
I think, “O my gosh! What is up with this dog…, I think I might need to KILL HIM!!!”
And then I see it…
Stella’s newly improved stall door is open….
“OH MY GOSH!!!”
It is dark outside, and this little 4 day old baby calf got out and I have a major big stallion here that does NOT like baby calves!… What if he runs into the fence cause all the barn doors are wide open and he can go everywhere!… What if the little baby calf gets lost!…. What if the little baby calf gets hit by a car!.... OH NO, I have to take care of ONE BABY CALF and I lost it the first day I have it at our house!….
Needles to say I was a little worried…
Jones decides to just sit in front of the open door and stops barking all together. And there in the corner of the stall I see something white and gray. And Jones looks up at me with this look in his face like, “Look mommy, the door was open so I decided to make A LOT of noise so you would wake up and make sure you lock that door so my new friend does not get out…”
I gave him three cookies.
And a hug.
And one more cookie.
And told him he was a good, good dog.
Bastiaan have come back from Chicago, we have no real news to share except that we have to go back to Chicago this Wednesday to talk to more Melanoma specialists... we wait, and wait and wait... No news is good news, right?