Boy put this blanket on me. First of all, I don’t think he realizes just how thick my coat is. This coat will keep me warm in an Alaska winter outside. I’m in Florida, in the summer. (seriously, it really is living in the furnace!) Secondly, I see the kids doing their little play all the time. I’m starting to get concerned that they have high hopes for me taking over the role of Big Bad Wolf. Right now Boy does it, but I do have the face for it. It’s just hard to remember all those lines!
The family has new friends. They’re great. The kids play together, the moms talk together, and it’s all good. Except for one small thing. Emphasis on the word “small.” They bring this tiny little person over. Usually he’s cute and happy, but if I bark (usually to tell the kids they’re getting too loud on the stairs), he sings. Loudly. And for a long time. I don’t know that noise, but it doesn’t sound like a song of joy. And I get concerned when I see the Mama or the Big Sister of that family carry him around. He has four paws, he’ll do just fine on his own. So I’ll tell them “let him walk!” and they just look at me. They don’t realize how awful it feels to be carried. Humiliating and uncomfortable. I hope I get this through to them soon so I don’t have to keep reminding...
Mama gets so excited when it’s the weekend. I like them too, because it means BFF spends more time with me, instead of in the No Room “working.” (whatever that word means) But sometimes the weekend means the family heads out for hours instead, leaving me to fend for myself. I’m a good boy. I scare away the neighborhood squirrels and cats, and I greet all the dogs walking on the sidewalk behind the property. They could take me with them more often, though. Like when they go to the beach. I love the beach! The seagulls!!! But I threw up in the car last time, and since they just bought a new one, they don’t seem to trust that I won’t do it again. They might be right. I don’t tell my stomach when to be upset. So they leave me home for their most exciting outings. I think I understand the phrase “it’s a dog’s life” now. I...