Dog Journal 23 - Bookworm Doggy

I finally realized why my friend keeps all these book thingies around. I've seen them on the shelves and sitting on the little table. Occasionally he stares at them for some strange reason. But I never realized how good they actually are until now.

Oh yes, I sniffed and sorted until I had found one that I liked. This one smells very crisp, that flavor of fresh treat that I'd like to eat. After some pawing and tugging I managed to get it out of it's spot so I could examine it further. Much further.

That was when my goodest buddy and friend strolled into the room. He's so nosy sometimes, getting into business he doesn't need to be minding. He warned me not to mess with such things, but I'm gonna do it anyway. There's no way my pal is gonna get mad at me. He never even messes with these ones on the bottom shelf. So I might as well put them to good use.

The book thingy flopped around on the carpet as I batted it to see if it would play back. It sort of did, mostly just opening up and fluttering it's papers at me. Not really super entertaining, but I think I can make better use of it with some creativity.

The sound of the papers tearing out was so comforting. I don't know why, but it just makes me feel funny, sort of satisfying. It was like a fresh chewbone ready to be nibbled and worked on all afternoon. I got down and comfy with the book and began working on taking it apart. I wonder if it'll be like the squeaky snake that doesn't squeak anymore?

The corners had to be the first thing to go. I don't like these pointy edges sticking out, so I nibbled those off. Then it was the insides that had to be removed. The outside was nice and tough, but if I'm gonna chew it right, I gotta get all the fluff out.

I sent the papers flying all over the room, the fan blew some of them around like it was a party. This has got to be the greatest fun I've had in a while. I don't know why my friend doesn't do this with them. He's just staring at them like it's gonna do it all by itself or something. I better show him this new trick I've found...I can't wait until he gets home.

Okay, as it turns out, we doggies are not supposed to have the books. Yuppers, my buddy got home and I showed him my work and he doesn't like it. Not a single bit of it. Not even the party papers blowing around the fan and making the crinkly sounds. I didn't even bother telling him they taste pretty good too.