I have been trying to do my best. Yes, I am STILL a puller on the walks, and the squirrels get me all fired up and finally it is always about me and ALWAYS WILL BE PEOPLE!
I knew something was up when Dad started his craziness around the house earlier this week. I love it because it sort of misted which caused a sufficient amount of wet dirt and he was cleaning the floors.
He becomes insane when I start running in the house like a 4-wheel drive canine making sure I hit all the corners and baseboards with my muddy feet especially after he cleans them. He has become so used to my power of turning up the rugs he now just leaves them that way until Mom gets home. It is cool because subconsciously I am turning the house into my huge dog den most days.
Then on Thursday he started cooking and this calmed me down. I was poised in the kitchen as the sous chef waiting patiently for the treats he so lovingly hands out.
After about 5 hours of cooking he rested and Mom came home. They were talking about the recipe tasting with her interns from Pepperdine University and I was excited because that meant people and extra love, hugs and pets.
Well of course like all parentals they did not respect my wishes and allowed that heavy breathing Darth Vader of a bulldog on my turf.
She sauntered in with a swagger and didn’t even say hello. Next thing they wanted to have us take pictures together.
NOT! We are not taking prom photos here people. Then she became obsessed with Dad as he was giving her attention. He did try to give us both affection but the Tutu would put her bossy body in the way and block me from Dad. Well I wasn’t having any of that and when she got too close to me I growled at her. That will learn her I thought.
Of course I got into trouble for not loving my neighbor routine. Oh well at least I put her in her place and she pretty much avoided me the rest of the night.
Don’t get too excited since she got her payback. During dinner I had to have a timeout as I felt I needed to be involved at the table putting my nose on it next to people out of Mom and Dad’s reach. As you can imagine they both were not well with this “inappropriate” behavior and I was banished to the crate.
Then all of a sudden I heard Dad yell at the Tutu. What! He lost his cookies and I was not there to see.
You see the mean girl took my favorite nooking blanket (my sucky) and shredded it under the dinning room table.
She is off the Christmas card list for sure!
The saving grace of the evening was Mom’s 3 beautiful interns Farah, Antonella and Nora who all helped out in the office – I did get my share of hugs, loves and pets. However, I was beyond tired when they all left as you can see me sprawled out on my favorite chair!
Perry – Zero the Tutu 1 game on!
It has been humid here in Santa Monica, and June Gloom is definitely in full spring.