...and the joint was jumping! It was great meeting more of Mama's 2-legged friends last night. It was a great night for me because I had a lot of playmates. I loved them all except I wasn't too sure about 2 alpha males--Lou and Tim. As the night wore on I realized I didn't have to worry about the Lou one because he is not the alpha, his Blondie wears the pants and last night they were red. I had no trouble spotting Blondie. She was generous with the treats; I am hoping Mama will invite her back into the pack again.
Mama says this is a good pic to post of the humans because their faces are obscured. I will take her word for it since I don't know what "obscured" means. I don't think it is a command that will get me a treat so I don't have any interest in understanding the word. Do you know humans clutter their minds with useless information. I posted this "obscure" pic because I wanted to point Tim out to you. He is the 2-legged creature sitting on the right. I can't read him too well so I will keep my hackles up until I do. Mama says I have bad sense of judgement because Tim is a great guy and loves dogs. On this one, I am being true to myself and make my own call about the Tim man.
Meet Aunt Joan. I was really showing my ferocious side when I first met her. I ignored what she was saying and just barked away at her. Now that I know she is my aunt I gave her a break, yet she called me "Pest." I wonder if that is a good thing to be. I get so confused because Mama calls me many names, such as love bug (yikes, I hope I really am not a bug), silly willy (that sounds like fun), sweet pea (sounds like something you eat), and many other names. How is a canine to know really what she is made of?
Oh, I got off the subject of Aunt Joan What the heck, I may decide to bark at her again. I will see how I feel the next time we meet.
Oh, before I forget to point out to you that my Mama showed me respect again. She didn't make me wear the tube around my neck while the party was hopping. Here I am with it. I have to admit though it did the trick--my stitches are still in tact. Not like my nephew, Louie, who ripped his stitches out twice. Now he is a silly willy, no sane dog would want to be stitched more than need be. Here I go rambling again. Anyway, tomorrow will be the last time I have to wear the collar because I am getting my stitches removed. I am getting my stitches removed! Not sure what that entails but I am sure I will be thrilled not to wear the collar. Louie, the collar is all yours again and I do hope you will never have to wear it.
My very favorite playmate is Jim. He is a lot different from Blondie. He has no hair on his head. Maybe Blondie can give him some of hers because she sure has a lot of pretty hair.
 |
| Wet, sloppy kisses. I hope his alpha doesn't get jealous. |
 |
| I know you will keep my secrets...I feel I can tell you anything. |
 |
| I feel so safe and secure with my buddy.
Woof, woof, till later...
Zoey
|
No comments:
Post a Comment