October 29th 2012 12:19 pm
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I have been asked to leave the Preschool Drop-Off/Pick-Up Line. Yes, I Queen Sophine, am a Preschool Drop-Out.
Every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday morning, Pennie and I get up with Little Lad and Wee Lass, and then Storm the Utility Room in order to jump into the mini-van and go along for the ride to drop Wee Lass off at preschool. On the drive over, Pennie and I sit in the front seat, looking out as we pass the Public Elementary School, to determine if the Sheriff is watching and will catch any drivers not obeying the School Speed Limit Flashing Yellow Sign. The Sheriff sometimes even catches a School Speed Limit Violator! As we pass the Public Elementary School itself, we bark at any Walkers -- students who do not board the yellow school bus. In particular we like to bark, bark, bark, at any Walkers who are being escorted to school by a parent and a dog.
Once we pass the Public Elementary School, it's on to Preschool. We get in line, with all the other cars, and wait for our turn to discharge our Preschooler, Wee Lass.
I love to jump from the front seat into the middle part of the mini-van just as Mom is opening the mini-van door to let Wee Lass out to be escorted up the sidewalk into Preschool. Then Wee Lass is forced to climb over me, Queen Sophine, as she attempts to get out of the van. There are FOUR Preschool teachers. They are all smitten by my beauty and brindle-ness. Wee Lass is forced to climb over top of me, because whichever teacher that is waiting to escort her must first pat my furry head, and murmur about my utter beauty. Pennie sometimes sticks her noggin out from the front seat, and gets her head patted as well.
Last week there was a SUBSTITUTE. I did not recognize this Substitute Preschool Teacher/Escort. How was I to know if she had a proper background check? I was startled that she did not want to pat my head and become enraptured by brindleness beauty. So I barked at her. It startled her.
Mom got a call today asking that "no dogs accompany her to Preschool Drop-Off/Pick-Up." No more Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday morning rides to and from Preschool.
Mom did not even come to my defense. She said that she did not want anyone to be scared, and that if her dogs scared someone, then she would leave them at home.
Leave A Comment | 5 people already have What is the big deal with gettin barked at? Was she all skeered and wet herself? That so-called Substitute should be potty-trained by now.
Humbug to them all! and another thing: Mom said "if her dogs scared someone . . . ."
Since when are Pennie and I "HER" dogs?
Mom is "Our" Mom.
In reference to Pennie, Mom is "her" MOM.
In reference to ME, Queen Sophine, Mom is "MY" Mom.
Mom has this relationship/ownership thing completely backwards. I don't know what da big deal is about being barked at - I barks at everyone! This substitute sounds shifty to me. I'd go back and get that sheriff person and have her investigated! Dis hole fing STINKS an' nod in a gud 'woll-wound-in-it' kinda way.
BOL, Zoe :D Yeah, how wuz Pennie tu kno' da sub-wady wuz nod poddy-twained. Howy cwap.
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October 29th 2012 at 1:22 pm