Heloooooooo!
In case you’re wondering, that’s how I greet folks when I’m feeling a little frisky. There’s nothing like a nice, drawn out howl to let the neighborhood know you’re outside and taking callers. Cause I have to tell you I’m quite frisky these days although the worst is nearly past. And I haven’t had nearly as many male callers at the front gate this time which I guess means their owners have cracked down on them harder. Or it’s just too cold for them to be hanging around outside.
My best girl Maya and I usually happen to be frisky at the same time every 6 months which really makes all the boys in the neighborhood go wild. You can hear them barking from several blocks whenever I’m out on for a walk. I had no idea that so many dogs in town found BBBN’s so attractive. You know, Big Black Beautiful Newfies?
Anyway, I pick out a toy every time I’m in heat and it becomes my baby. This time it’s a rubber chicken dressed up like Santa. I take it all over the house with me and God forbid that someone (like Mackenzie) starts playing with it. Oh the pain and suffering I endure when that happens. Have these humans no respect at all? I mean the little one actually SAT on me the other day when I was laying by the coffee table. Not that I really cared because I couldn’t even feel her. Plus I took my fee of 15 kissess to the leg and body as a deposit in case of damages. But really…do I look like a stool?
Ok, nevermind. Don’t answer that question. Apparently I do look like something you should sit on, lean over, cuddle or use for a pillow. I might have to start charging for these services.
But what I’m wondering now is, because I’m such a super awesome, well-behaved puppy, do I get to have a Valentine’s Day party to celebrate my yearning for love? Or should I wait to cash in my “I’m the best dog in the world” points until February 23rd. Because, you see, I’m about to turn 4. Can you believe it?? That’s 28 in dog years. BOL–I’m almost over the hill!! I mean what I’d really like is a party now AND a party then. They’re almost 2 weeks apart…that shouldn’t be a problem right?
Maybe I should use my “pretty, pretty, pretty please with chopped liver on top” face:
I mean really — who could resist that face??
At any rate, I clearly need to start putting together my birthday wish list. Cause lately Mackenzie has been cleaning up around here and although I was very nicely compensated for my efforts on Christmas, I want to make sure they don’t forget who’s still the top dog around here!
Bark at you soon!
Ayla
