New Image! (Payback Time)
I really don't care what you say or what you think! I like it...in fact, I LOVE IT! It's mine...all mine...I found it over the field, it's squidgy yet hard on the outside and fits in my mouth perfectly. Apparently it's a baby's dummy (OR WAS!) but now it's mine. I'm really not bothered that you felt stupidly embarrassed to walk home with me, while I carried my dummy. There was no way I was going to give it up, so you just had to put up with the sniggers and sneers from passers-by on the way home. The humans that pointed at us on our merry trek, really didn't worry me...as much as they bothered you, but I'm afraid to say that it's payback time for trying to make me look silly on New Year's Eve. I have now made you look EVEN MORE SILLY!
Husky Mania!Why do humans suddenly turn into mad snow freaks when a little flurry of the white fluffy stuff falls from the sky? I can hear them chanting and cheering, "We've got a husky...we've got a husky. Let's take the husky out...it's SNOWING!"
"Err...hello...I DON'T WANT TO GO OUT! And certainly not more than once!" So why do they insist on taking me out a total of four times in one day? I don't usually get that treatment, even on a beautiful summer day. It's cold and wet out there, don't they realise that I would much rather curl up with my dead squeaky toys and half gnarled bones, than go outside in the biting winds? That damned white stuff collects in my extra fluffy paws too, causing compaction which can be very uncomfortable...Seriously?! SERIOUSLY! Get yourselves a poodle, maybe it would appreciate the snowy walks more.And please do not throw my toys in the garden just so you can take pictures of me with a snowy backdrop, while I retrieve my dearly beloved personal things. |
New Year and Party Time.
Point blankly, I refuse to do it. I will not be the laughing stock for the New Year party. I do admit I like to be the centre of attention but this is ridiculous. A fluorescent pink tutu for goodness sake, I won't move from this sofa until someone removes it and that is that!
There is no use in them trying to convince me otherwise...the answer is categorically, a great big... NO! I hope that from my rude gesture below, they will get the message...I am not happy!
There is no use in them trying to convince me otherwise...the answer is categorically, a great big... NO! I hope that from my rude gesture below, they will get the message...I am not happy!
Christmas Time!
A fabulous day of eating, chewing, ripping and sleeping...oh and killing. Those squeaky toys just have to be murdered as quickly as possible, they drive me NUTS! If I don't manage to swiftly stop the little creatures from squealing, my family will be squealing by the time the Queen's speech begins as it's then that they have time for a peaceful, afternoon nap.
Rain, rain and more rain...
Ok, so I whine sometimes because I want to get out of the house and go and sniff sixteen lampposts on my way around the park. But I seriously do not want to go out in that rain. Really! With a thick, cottonwool-like coat of whiteness, do you really think I want to go trotting through muddy puddles and sliding along soggy, boggy grass? No! I'll just stay here on the sofa and chill, thank you.
Meiky-Moo
This is me...yes I know I am very handsome (if females can be classed as handsome) or should it be...beautiful?
I have posted a slideshow to show off my daring, courageous side as I'm not actually allowed to sit on the sofa and stare out of the window. Portraying a pitiful look helps me to get away with things around here and if I quietly lean on the back of the settee, it might look like I'm studying something very important out doors.
I have posted a slideshow to show off my daring, courageous side as I'm not actually allowed to sit on the sofa and stare out of the window. Portraying a pitiful look helps me to get away with things around here and if I quietly lean on the back of the settee, it might look like I'm studying something very important out doors.