Me and my Grandma were talking the other day while she was sewing. Actually she was doing all the talking and I was doing all the listening which is pretty common for us. Anyway, she was telling me she was considering shutting down her blog. Something about it being a chore because she had to protect her kids privacy and she just didn't think she had a lot to say anymore.
I thought it would be a shame to have her quit telling everybody what we were up to. After all I AM the center of attention around here and I need an audience for my stupid antics. I know she already ratted me out about chasing the girl through the neighborhood the other day. I still don't know how I could have been in trouble for that. What single guy isn't going to chase a little tail here and there! In dog years, I'm still just a hormonal teenager.
Of course she doesn't tell on the prissy cats that roam around here. They are always acting high and mighty, sitting on the tallest chair just out of my reach, begging for me to bark at them.
Halle, now that cat can throw a few right hooks that even make my head spin. And that hissing with all that spit flying in my face...yuck! As soon as Grandma hears her hiss, she comes a running and starts yelling at me! Like I did something wrong. Halle threw the first punch, not me. I was just defending myself. She acts like those cats are all fragile or something. Just once I'd like to have a go at them without her around to always protect them.
We had a Christmas party this week. Of course I wouldn't know a whole lot about it because Grandma made me stay in my room all day...and night. I heard her downstairs loudly complaining about the dog hair stuck on all the furniture and it taking her forever to get it off. Hello! I can hear you!
Then she was setting the tables with all kinds of pretty stuff she didn't want me to get into. That's the thing, when we have company I rarely get to come out and play. She thinks I make too much of a mess because I leave my bones and balls all over the place, sniff the food on the tables, beg for any food that's being cooked, and slobber and jump on any visitor that will pay any attention to me at all.
She used real holly for the table tops. I got to outside with her when she clipped the bushes which was awesome. I really love being outdoors. I tried helping her with the holly bushes, but she yelled at me for eating the berries off the limbs she was cutting. I figured if they're good enough for the birds, they're good enough for me!
When we got back to the house she hooked me up to my "outdoor chain" and left me outside by myself. Even I know that spells trouble! I whimpered and whined for awhile and finally gave up when she just kept ignoring me. I just needed to find something to entertain myself.
When she finally came outside to get me, she caught me red handed digging in her flower beds. What can I say. I was bored and it was her fault for leaving me out there in the first place. She was madder than a hornet though. I'm not sure if it was because of the big hole or my extremely muddy feet. Either way, she made me march straight to my room and into my kennel, mud and all, until Mom came home to clean me up.
I heard it was a great party. I wouldn't know because they never let me come out to play when we have company. There were so many kids there too. It would have been so much fun to help everyone open their presents. Oh well, maybe next time I'll get invited to the party too.
