A blog post by Josiah, the adventurous Yorkie puppy
Hi, my new friends. I’m Josiah, a Yorkie puppy. I’m three months old, and I’ve had a big first week on the farm. Strange creatures who make weird noises, water falling from the sky, and a gentle giant who has offered to be my big brother. I want to tell you all about my new adventures. Come sniff around with me—there’s always something amazing to discover.
I just moved from the big city to a farm. Wow, there’s a lot of grass here! It tickles my toes. I love rolling and burrowing and sliding and swishing in the grass. I’ve never seen so much open space … and it’s so quiet.
Well, except for this one crazy sound. I had to go see what it was.
There, on the other side of the fence, was the strangest dog I’d ever seen. It was tall and gray with pointy ears and a long, swishing tail. It looked right at me.
When it opened its mouth to bark, it wasn’t a bark at all. I had to back up because the sound was so weird. It sounded like he had swallowed a car horn. Hee-haw.
I was told he is not a dog at all. He is a donkey. Now I see him every day. I keep a good distance between us because his feet look like they could stomp me. But as far as I can tell, he’s mostly interested in eating grassy things.
As I was watching the donkey eat, I saw the strangest flock of birds go by. They were the biggest birds I’d ever seen, and they had giant feathers. But they weren’t flying. They were wiggling and wobbling all over the place.
These strange birds weren’t chirping like the little birds in the city. They were clucking. They sounded like they were fretting and fussing, trying to figure out what to do with me.
I was told those birds are chickens. They do fly a little—right up to the top of the fence post. I was told to keep an eye on the rooster—that’s the biggest one—and don’t get too close. He has sharp claws, and I don’t want to find out what those feel like.
As I watched the chickens wobbling around, I felt a drop of water on my shoulder, then another, and another. At first, I thought the donkey had spit on me. Then I realized the water was falling from the sky, faster and faster.
I shook the water off, once, twice, so many times. No matter how much I shook off, I was still covered in water, and it was still falling. I didn’t know the sky could do that.
Miss Janet—she’s my new human—told me it was my first rain shower. She picked me up and tucked me inside her rain poncho. After we got inside, I shook again as Miss Janet wrapped me in a towel. I liked the way the rain felt, all cool and refreshing. But maybe not so much at one time.
After the rain shower, I needed a nap. When I woke up, Miss Janet said we were going on another adventure. We drove to a farm down the road, where my new aunt and uncle live.
As we started to get out of the car, a shadow loomed over the door. It smelled like a dog, but what kind of dog? And how big? His shadow blocked the sky.
I tried to hide behind Miss Janet till I could figure out who this new dog was. Miss Janet held me up on her shoulder. Even though I was so high up, this new dog’s face was right in front of me. He was as tall as Miss Janet’s shoulder. How could that be?
He was absolutely the most gigantic dog I’d ever seen. He stared at me with his mouth open—wider than my whole body. Did he think I was a chew toy?
Fight or flight? I wasn’t sure either would work out. But then, he leaned in and nuzzled me. I was still on guard. He seemed like he just wanted to play, but I wasn’t sure about all this yet. I just stared at him. He brought his face right up to mine and kissed my nose. Whew! He really was a gentle giant.
I was told he is a doodle named Beauregard. He’d been smelling my scent all week because his human—my new aunt—had visited me a lot. He had been looking forward to meeting me.
I was told Beauregard will be like a big brother to me. Big brother, for sure. I’m still not sure how that will work. If I’m on the ground, his face must be way up in the sky.
But I think I like the idea of having a big brother that lives nearby. Someone I can share adventures with. Maybe as I get bigger, he won’t seem as gigantic. I’m just glad he is gentle.
Wow, what a big first week on the farm. So many new sights, sounds, smells, and toe-tickling sensations. New kinds of friends, a gigantic big brother. I think this will be a very good place for me to grow up. I can’t wait to discover what’s next.
Until my next adventure, paws and wags,
Josiah
The Inquisitive Yorkie 