What is wrong with you people? Why haven’t you demanded my presence on this blog? You’ve been enjoying my parents’ photos of Maine, egging them on to travel more! Have you no compassion for me? The princess? You realize, don’t you, that while Mama and Dad are gallivanting around I have to go to doggie camp.
And let me tell you it’s not so much camp because I know what real camping is! And I want to go camping again with my Mama but she’s all busy with work and stuff and hardly has time for me at all and I think that is just not fair!
OK, so right after I got sprung from the camp we had a whole bunch of company. That was fun. Mama’s brothers and sister and sister-in-law came to stay with us for a few days. They all thought I was pretty swell and I have to say it was OK to have them around too. I got lots of attention.
Which is a good thing because as I said my Mama seems to be really busy and ignores me most of the time. I can only get her attention at night if I bark a lot. Then she tells me “Katie! No bark!” and I sigh and go lie down on the air conditioning vent. I am trying to be a good girl. I even let her sleep until 6 a.m!
And do you know what I got in return for being a good girl while we had all that company? I got to go to the groomer today! GEEZE how much more torture can one poor doggie soul go through? I don’t really see that the groomer can improve perfection, but if it makes my Mama happy I guess I can handle it.
…Mama owes me big time now and I’m expecting a very good adventure soon! And if I don’t get it there’s going to be no more Ms. Good Dog. No siree!
She better come through.
That’s all I’ve got to say.
Good night now.