That’s right folks – I am now officially a greeter. Though I did not get a cool vest like the greeters at Wal-Mart, I am still greeting.
Mom had a Motivational Interviewing workshop at our office yesterday and I got to welcome all the participants. Of course I was on my bestest behavior the entire time. I know how to have on my game face and etiquette.
I know this because when I am being polite, people compliment me on how regal and mellow I am. Then I look at the parentals, who secretly give each other an eye roll and just laugh. Remember, I am a show dog but at home I let my hair down.
Anyway- after the meet and greet Dad took me to the Wags because he was making the food for the meeting. No matter how I tried to give him the sad eyes he would not let me stay home. I am good in the kitchen and my counter surfing is getting better. However, when Dad catches me trying to counter surf it is not his inside voice and I know I am in trouble. I did steal a whole cube of butter last week so now that is never left out.
The rest of my week was pretty chill. My “friend,” the squeaky squirrel, is still getting on my last nerve. He gets me into trouble most days. He waits in the trees on the branches and chirps at me when he wants me to bark. Of course his favorite time to play is 6 am. Dad just goes crazy so maybe I should put him in the crate so I can terrorize the neighborhood with my booming voice.
The best news…Christmas Kitty has not been back and that folks is a Christmas miracle.
OK, have to take a little catnap so bye for now.