It has come to my attention that some of my, a-hem, readers think my recent posts have been . . . how do I put this . . . LAME!
I have just one thing to say to you - PHWWWTTTT!!!!
I admittedly have been short of time for expounding on my world.
I admittedly have been short of ideas regarding my world.
What did you say? You think THIS post is a thinly veiled attempt to write ANOTHER lame post?
Oh, uh, (sputter), oh, oh, OH!!!! (Gasp!)
In all honesty I did want to talk to all of you about something very important to all of us in Blogville, Pet District. It is the subject of RIGHT-OF-WAY. Yesterday I was REPEATEDLY told I was UNDERFOOT. Well, duh, I am at foot - to - ankle level, afterall. But this was said in a mean way and in no way in JEST. What these humans are failing to understand is that being nearby and "underfoot" is my RIGHT as a PUG, nay . . . AS A PET!
- When you open the FRIDGE, I have a DUTY to be RIGHT there for a sniff or a dropped treat
- When you cook, I am SWORN to stand nearby and protect you from TOO MUCH FOOD by consuming dropped morsels AND begging for bites
- When you are eating, it is my JOB to beg and beg until you realize how RUDE it is to eat in front of the PUG (even though she ate less than 15 minutes before you)
- When you are picking the ripe tomatoes from the vine or the ripe apricots from the tree, I am the OFFICIAL quality control DOG and therefore duty-bound to sample EVERYTHING that lands into the basket
Oh, and . . .