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So Says The Queen

New Kingdom

Well, my humans have gone and MOVED, so I have become mistress of a new domain. I was extremely put out with this decision for the first month or so--after all, I lost my Manservant Grandpa, whom I had properly trained to give me a treat on command. But in this new castle I am allowed on the furniture again, so I suppose that though it is a smaller kingdom, it is a step up worthy of my Queenly self. We still periodically get to go see Manservant Grandpa, which is fun. And our humans take us on walks almost daily, unless it rains. No matter my displeasure, they have not found a way to make the weather obey my whims. They think they're smart. For a while they were spelling "walk", as if I were stupid enough not to know that "W-A-L-K" is our favorite thing. They've developed a new code for it now, so as not to excite us before they are ready to go, but it's only a matter of time before my spies crack it. In the meantime, there is much more going on in this new kingdom, and plenty to bark at. Mother and I have not yet come to terms with my right to do this as often as I wish. I will train her yet.

Christmas Eve

Oh Lord I'm bored. It's been raining ALL DAY LONG! We've been stuck inside except for a couple of trips out to potty. I've been lolling around on my throne, but it's currently filled with other furniture while Grandpa mops the kitchen. I don't know why he's going to all that trouble.

Ooo, Daddy came in with bags of presents. I overheard someone say something about presents for US! Ha! I'm gonna go lurk and see what I can uncover...I know the stockings are on top of the stereo cabinet...

Greasy Streak

Grandpa got in major trouble yesterday. He called me GREASY STREAK! That's worse than when he calls me Turkey! This is absolutely unacceptable. One may not tease the queen in such a manner. I am a fast runner. The Streak, is acceptable. I am, in no way, shape, or form GREASY. And he didn't even give me some of his chili as penance. The nerve.

I other news, Mom came outside with us early this morning. It was nice and cool and Angel and I had a lot of fun chasing each other and stealing toys back and forth. Mom says we're silly. SHE never calls me Greasy Streak or Turkey. She usually calls me Princess or Miss Priss. This is not the proper display of rank, but I can live with this.

Now that the weather's gotten cooler we're starting to talk walks. Mom still spells it out around Angel to keep her from getting over excited before it's time to go, but *I* know what a W-A-L-K is. And BOY are they fun. I like to check out the horses who live down the road, although Mom fusses if I growl or bark at them. I don't like anything big enough to step on me, even if they ARE on the other side of the fence.

OOOO, gotta go. Breakfast is nearly ready. I might get a pancake.