April 1st 2012 8:25 am
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On Friday night, Oldest Lad stopped by after coaching swim practice. He asked if either Pennie or Me, Queen Sophine, would like to spend the night at University with him. He was coming back home on Saturday to watch Wee Lass and Little Lad so that Mom and Dad could go watch Middle Lad participate in the Indoor Percussion Championships.
I eagerly jumped at the chance to spend the night at University. I have not slept over at Oldest Lad's apartment. When I was Rental Dog Sophie, Oldest Lad lived in a House, "The Structure," because to call it a house was an insult to houses everywhere. This school year, however, Oldest Lad lives in a building with several apartments.
Daisy, who was our recent HouseGuest, lives at Oldest Lad's apartment. This is what I learned: Apartment Dogs have to learn to: Be Quiet. Daisy learned after a few days that she did not need to bark at every noise, or the coming and goings of other apartment dwellers.
I like to bark. I am good at barking. In Suburbia, I am free to bark all I want, as long as I am inside my house, because I must protect my 0.46 acres of Suburbia, and definitely the Side Walk. It is a Suburban Dog's Foresworn Duty to bark, bark, bark, at every animal or human that walks, runs, or bikes, on the Side Walk.
When I am outside, in Suburbia, when I bark, bark, bark, too much, Mom brings me inside so that I do not "disturb the peace," and "no one calls the Sheriff." I can then continue to bark inside the house, where the neighbors can't really complain about it.
Anyhoodles, on Friday night, I was really enjoying bark, bark, barking, inside Oldest Lad's apartment whenever I heard noises from the other apartments. Oldest Lad even held my muzzle shut a few times!
I did not sleep much, what with all the noises from the other apartments (University students do not keep the regular hours of Suburbanites) and all the muzzle-holding.
When I returned home, Oldest Lad decided that he should spend some time with PENNIE.
What? I travelled all the way to University and "spent the night," with Oldest Lad. Was I then to just be "cast aside" with a promise of "I'll call you?"
I am just not that kind of dog.
I kept jumping up onto Oldest Lad, and he kept pushing me off, insistent that he was going to spend time rubbing Pennie's belly and rubbing Pennie's head.
I was finally forced to curl up on the opposite end of the couch, in the Lap of Wee Lass, no less. And Wee Lass, weighing a scant 40 pounds, does not have a comforting Lap to curl up in. I felt and looked, absolutely pathetic, and I say this again: I am not that kind of dog!
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Yu hab beened used, Sophie, an' it r a disgwace :D