Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-01-28 12:41 PM
Climbing the People.
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As a circus dog, I know many tricks. I sit. I lie down. I stand up on my back legs. I like this. I am learning to walk this way and do it just fine when we’re on the chew toy aisle in Dog Store and I want to smell the ones in the high racks. It seems to impress. The other canines stop pulling on their leashes, and their People point at me.
I can jump. When I was a pup, I could jump into the low arms of the avocado tree in the corner and scamper up to scale the fence. My Uncle Jerry put an end to that. But I’m not like the pups who can clear a wood fence without a long start. Lots of times, I want up in my People’s arms to see what they see, and they don’t even look down at me. I am not the pup who can take matters into my own paws and jump up into their arms. I can get waist high. That’s it. And Cat knows it, too.
Today, I want to be in the People’s arms, but she is too tall. I stand up on my back legs and paw at her knees. She looks down at me. Then she cups her hand behind my head and pushes against it, and I push against her hand, and the next thing I know, I am swimming and my legs are climbing right up the People and into her arms. I can feel my tail whip the air. The Shepherds can come for me right now, and I will be okay going.
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