Hello to all my fair tailed handsome and beautiful fur friends (and their caretakers who think they're in charge). I apologize for the length between my blog posts... Daddy has been hogging the laptop again.
Boy did I get in trouble yesterday! I went with Mommy and Daddy to visit Grandma, Grandpa and Uncle David. My uncle just came in from Japan
As usual, my mommy and daddy brought lunch and yes, they put me outside in the backyard while they were eating. This is so annoying. They think I don’t have manners at the table. But what would you do if you were me? I happen to be a hunka hunka of burning love (my daddy loves Elvis). Is it a crime to sit quietly and beg, using my big brown eyes as a secret weapon? To gaze up lovingly while everyone is eating at the kitchen table? And bat my long eyelashes for maximum effect? I mean really, is this a good reason to put me in the backyard? Now, you tell me, am I annoying or cute? I'm not askin' the caretakers here... I'm asking my fur friends. The ones who understand how you have to "work it" to get a morsel of food.
Well, they ate and talked while I sat outside howling. You didn’t think I would go down without a fight, did you? Eventually, they brought me into the house.
I sat in the kitchen hovering by what I call the white monolith, which occupies a small portion of the kitchen. I knew that eventually, something would be needed, someone would open the door, and the seven wonders of the food chain would be revealed to me. It happened! I was quick and undaunted. While Daddy opened the door, I hustled in front of her--so fast she didn’t see me--and snatched a chicken breast before she could stop me! YUMMY! She yelled my name. Man, she seriously overreacted! By the time she tried to get the chicken away from me, I had eaten most of it. She was saying something about the bones and that it wasn’t good for me, but I didn’t care because it was delicious. Mommy yelled at Daddy to put me back outside. HELLO! Will they ever learn this is what caused the problem in the first place?
I sat in the kitchen hovering by what I call the white monolith, which occupies a small portion of the kitchen. I knew that eventually, something would be needed, someone would open the door, and the seven wonders of the food chain would be revealed to me. It happened! I was quick and undaunted. While Daddy opened the door, I hustled in front of her--so fast she didn’t see me--and snatched a chicken breast before she could stop me! YUMMY! She yelled my name. Man, she seriously overreacted! By the time she tried to get the chicken away from me, I had eaten most of it. She was saying something about the bones and that it wasn’t good for me, but I didn’t care because it was delicious. Mommy yelled at Daddy to put me back outside. HELLO! Will they ever learn this is what caused the problem in the first place?
ANYway... later, as I sat by Daddy, she said, "He doesn't look good." Uncle David agreed, saying I looked "pale." I almost snorted. How could a dog look "pale"? But as I started to snort, my tummy did a little turn. It quickly righted itself. Daddy stuck me back outside again. I'm sure she thought I was going to dispose of the chicken carcass right there in the living room floor. I was fine, though. I didn't even have to munch on grass. I would think they'd know by now that I have a cast iron stomach.
I still enjoyed myself, though. It was good to see Grandpa and Grandma, as always. And Uncle Dave let me sit by him on the couch. I licked his face, which got me some extra scratches behind the ears.
All in all, it was a successful... er... uh... nice visit.
I still enjoyed myself, though. It was good to see Grandpa and Grandma, as always. And Uncle Dave let me sit by him on the couch. I licked his face, which got me some extra scratches behind the ears.
All in all, it was a successful... er... uh... nice visit.
