Dad is off skiing with the furless ones. Mom has been sending him pictures of me from time to time to keep him entertained. Sounds good, no?
Well, no.
Mom insists on taking pictures of me at my most awkward. Sleeping with my legs askew. Staring out the window at nothing. Lying on the floor with froggie legs. Sleeping with my head upside down.
Not. Very. Becoming.
I keep telling her that if she insists on taking pictures of me to send to Dad, lest he forget what a dashing fella I am, she needs to take more refined pictures.
Mom keeps telling *me* that she would like to take more refined pictures of me, but she has little to work with and has to make do with what she has.
Does this sound like a term of endearment to you, pups???
Mom has started calling me this lately. She'll come home from work, say hi to Izzy (aka Miss Pretty or Bella), then come over to pet me (aka Chunky Butt).
I'm no "word-ologist", but it seems like Chunky Butt has more to do with my (slightly!) expanding waistline, than anything else.
Yes, it's true that I have gained a pound or 2 (ahem...), but what's with the name calling?!?
As I have pointed out to the humans before, I don't ration my food!! If I am eating too much, it is because the humans are giving me too much.
Also, I am not to blame if Dad sleeps in too late (from staying up too late watching Poker), and is unable to take me for my morning run. As has been told to me over and over again, I am NOT allowed to take myself for a run. So, if Dad doesn't do it, I am trapped at home.
Hopefully the humans will get their act together and stop handing out so much food to me (ignoring my pleading puppy dog eyes and incessant pawing during meal times) and step it up a bit with the exercise.
I don't want this "Chunky Butt" moniker to get around.
We don't have company very often. Mom is rather anti-social. Dad is a bit more social, but with the exception of the random poker games, he doesn't entertain at home very much.
So, I was a bit surprised on Friday night when, not only did the door bell ring, but Mom ANSWERED THE DOOR!! I mean, people ring out doorbell from time to time, but Mom never answers it. So, when she turned the lock on the door and let the stranger in... I was a bit surprised!
At first I tried to scare the intruder away with my ferocious bark. It didn't work. Intruder Lady came inside. Mom grabbed a hold of me and told me to calm down, "Rebecca isn't here to kill us."
Oh. Okay. Then come on in...Rebecca!
Then, I got shy. Super, super shy. Rebecca is super duper purty and she smells nice too - not nice like a dog's butt, but for a human, pretty nice!
While Ms. Rebecca was getting ready, I kept tip-toeing over to sneak a glance at her. Mom tried to coax me over to say hi, but I was playing hard to get. Izzy was being very non-nonchalant as well, peeking around the corner and all.
Eventually Ms. Rebecca was finished getting ready and she and Mom left for the night.
I sat by the door, waiting for Ms. Rebecca to come back (and Mom too, but whatever). FINALLY, she came back. Mom decided to try to help me with my shyness and gave Ms. Rebecca some treatsies to help calm me. Ms. Rebecca gave me treat, treat, treat. I even showed off my mad skillz! I did the "sit-down-up-shake" routine for her a few times. She was very impressed, mostly by my cuteness I think.
Ohhhhhh!!! I lurve her!! Eventually Mom put the treats up, which was fine, cause I was smitten, no treats needed.
Ms. Rebecca left shortly after the treats were put up. I was sad. Very, very sad.
Mom told me Ms. Rebecca would be back eventually. I hope so. I miss her already.
