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Negotiating with Cookies – Crumbs
The sound of Fleegle howling in the backyard gets me up on my feet and outside. “What’s all the howling about, Fleegle?”
“Excuse me, but I’m singing a song to the neighborhood.”
“Sorry.” I clear my throat. “You have a very nice singing voice.”
“I’m the Sinatra of the howled ballad. When I sing, the girl dogs throw their collars at me.”
“I’m sure they do. What were you singing about just now?”
“I was singing one of the canine classics. It doesn’t translate well into human speak because it’s so emotive, but it’s a song about how much I love the universe and the tiny speck where I live.”
“Our house?”
“No, our planet. But if you want, I can sing you a song about our house.” He widens his rear legs, taking up good stance for howling. “This song starts out about how much I love the squirrels in the yard and works its way inside the house to my love of the hunt for crumbs on the kitchen floor.”
“Am I in this song?”
“Of course you are. You’re referred to as the Crumb Maker, a very noble position.”
And the howling begins.
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Negotiating with Cookies – Stinky Big
While retrieving the tennis ball during a game of fetch at the park, Fleegle drops the ball to sniff the grass. After a bit, he begins rolling on his back where he was sniffing. Then he starts grinding his shoulder into the spot. Finally, he stands and shakes, then picks up the ball and trots over.
“Found something good to roll in, eh?” I say, scanning him for telltale tan smears of coyote poop, my least favorite thing Fleegle gets into.
He drops the ball at my feet. “Yep.”
“But not coyote poo.”
His tail wags. “The next best thing.”
And then I catch the scent on the breeze. “Ugh, coyote pee. You really stink.”
“I smell awesome. I smell like a coyote. Don’t I look bigger to you now?”
“You certainly smell bigger.”
“Maybe Hunter will think I’m a coyote now and give me my due respect.”
“You mean by not trying to hump you every other second.”
“I lie down and he still tries to hump me.”
Later, when we arrive at Hunter’s house for a play session, Hunter gives Fleegle’s shoulders a good sniffing over. His eyes glaze over and then he jumps on Fleegle and starts humping like never before.
“Looks like you’ve discovered that coyote pee is an aphrodisiac.”
Fleegle looks at me and rolls his eyes. “He’s not nicknamed Humper for nothing.”
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Negotiating with Cookies – The Snake
As I read in the yard, Fleegle ambles over with something dangling from his mouth.
“What have you got there?” I ask.
“I caught a snake.”
“Looks more like an old dirty rope to me.”
He drops it on the ground in front of me. “Hmm, it was a snake a moment ago when I caught it slithering through the weeds.” He paws at it. “Do you think it’s some sort of shape shifting chameleon?”
“No, I think it’s a rope.”
“I better kill it again just to make sure.” He grabs it in his teeth and shakes his head vigorously from side to side. Bits of rope and dirt fly everywhere while the length of rope whips his sides. He stops, wags his tail and trots off.
“Where are you going?”
“Even a snake deserves a proper burial,” he says over his shoulder as he disappears into the bamboo.
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Negotiating with Cookies – Procrastination
I’m in the kitchen fixing something to eat as I often do when procrastinating house projects when Fleegle walks in from the backyard.
“Whatcha fixing, Raud?”
“A sandwich.”
He wags his tail. “Ooo, what kind?”
“Peanut butter.”
He moves closer to my side. “With coconut oil and honey?”
“Yep.”
He nose bumps my leg. “Can I have a spoonful of coconut oil?”
“Sure.” I give him one.
He slicks his whiskers back with his tongue. “Are you going to make a fruit smoothie to go with that sandwich?”
“I hadn’t planned to.”
He looks up at the ceiling. “That roof is covered with pine needles and the gutters are full of them too. Cleaning that up is a big job. It might take all afternoon.”
He has a point. “I better have that smoothie too,” I say and get fruit out of the fridge.
Fleegle nose bumps my leg. “I’d like a strawberry, please.”
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Gnawing the Bone 