Stage One. Klondike is politely asking how I’m doing. Because, you know, he’s concerned about my welfare. What with me forgetting dinner time and all, could be early onset Alzheimer’s.
Stage Two, well known to Pyrenees lovers as Pyre Paw.
Klondike is politely saying “Hey, Hey! You OK?” because there’s obviously something wrong with me or I would have gotten him dinner. It’s just possible that something in the water has caused a massive fall in IQ and Klonbeast wouldn’t want that for me.
Stage Three. Desperate times call for desperate measures.
Not having fed him yet I’m clearly in either dangerously bad shape or the slacking beyond belief. In either case it’s time for Nuzzle Herd. This is a last resort, used where all reason has failed and it’s necessary to push some poor excuse for a human in the appropriate direction. I’m not sure it worked… I think Klonbeast got ejected from my study for his efforts. The good news is he also got fed shortly afterwards, so all was right with the world in the end.
Mr. Klondike has generously taken time out of his busy schedule to personally write the following entry:
I am particularly partial to the smell of fermented foods.
Cheese is an excellent example. I can detect it coming out of the fridge even while in deep slumber upstairs. I run down the stairs to remind my Catering Department (aka Mieko) that she needs to let me taste a new variety. The best kinds are overripe and gooey. They smell like my version of heaven.
I love miso and soy sauce, too, but Catering doesn’t let me lick much because of some problem that has to do with too much sodium. It’s her problem, though. I am totally fine with them. I’d definitely explore more if she’d let me.
Then there’s the stuff she takes out of the fridge, takes off the lid and makes a face, then throws away. Those things smell reeeeeaaaalllly intriguing! But she always says something about people standards in our household when I ask for samples and never lets me have any.
Today, I discovered a new thing, and it is made of cabbage. I have tasted cabbage stems before and didn’t approve. Boring. Strangely crunchy. I didn’t see the point.
However, this time it was wonderful. Catering told me it was called sauerkraut, and that it had partially been eaten by little bugs that break up the cabbage cells. She had made a small batch to feed herself and my friend and Agent, Bill. I would like some more, too, but not with salads, please.
Note from Catering: Sorry, Klonbeast, sauerkraut is another case of too much sodium. I know because I made it. Very small samples only for you. How about some organic apple cider vinegar?
Klondike’s first gig was agricultural security guard in Bakersfield, watching livestock. He retired at age one (with some help from the wonderful people at Rocket Dog Rescue) and came to Berkeley to pursue a career in liberal arts and entertainment.
Since coming to the Bay Area, Klondike has dedicated himself to live performances and photo modeling, with some napping, snacking, swimming, running with other large dogs, and cat/squirrel/raccoon chasing on the side. But when approached to shoot a commercial for Thinkin Blue™, a networking site for blue collar workers, he literally jumped at it. The site is just entering beta but you can bet when it goes live The Klon will be on it, reconnecting with his old security guard buddies. Or may he may nap under my desk. Definitely one of the two.
Big shout-out to BravoPup for the training (both mine and Klonbeast’s) that made this possible.
Here are a few more pictures from the shoot. I’ll post other pictures as I get them, and hopefully I’ll be able to post the finished ad before too long.