It’s a dog’s turn #MondayBlogs
Really, all these small furry hoppers are always posting something. I am wondering why I am not allowed to post anything. Really those bunnies do not protect my love. I protect her. Why shouldn’t I be the one posting stories each week. I am the one that sits by her side making sure no one comes near her. I am the one that growls at any person (animals not included) that tries to get close, I am the one that refuses to leave her. When the other human puts the other dogs outside I refuse to go. I am the one that never leaves her. So what is up with that?
Why shouldn’t I be allowed to talk? I may look sweet and innocent but I am far from that. I am the one that makes sure the other human does not get close. I am the one that makes sure he does not get in bed with my love. Yes I said my love. You humans do not realize the love a barker has for their master. I am the one that sit by her side for days on end when she was hurt. I am the one who wipes her tears when she cried. Yes my long ears are useful for more things than you think.
Really just because I have short legs, a long body, long ears and sad looking eyes does not mean I cannot rip your throat out, try me and you will find out how mean I really am.
Yes I know my love has shared pictures of me. She is always talking about me, calling me her sad-eyed boy. She even has a special song she sings to me. Yep, you guessed it “Sad Eyes”, it goes something like this:
Sad eyes, turn the other way
I don’t want to have to see you cry
Oh, Sad eyes turn the other way, you know we will never say ‘goodbye’
Yes I know it is wimpy but that does not mean anything. No other creature living here has a song. Nope not even her bunnies. I think she has decided she does not want me any longer. I mean, I do not get treats like I use to. I use to get treats 2-3 times a day now I get one treat a day. She feeds those bunnies special food but do I get special food. Nope! I get the same old dry dog food daily. She makes sure there is not any food on the counter for me to even steal. Then only once a week do I get a peanut butter sandwich. Come on, if I can’t have steak then the next best thing is a peanut butter sandwich. What is up with that?
I tell you something is up with my love. I think she has gone a little crazy and that so called Brownie Boy needs an attitude adjustment. It has happened with him getting snipped. Oh yes, I know what he was asking but nope I was not going to tell him anything. My love locks me in her bedroom and allows him to run around the house. Like that furry thing would even be enough to tempt me into eating it. I am the king; I do not hunt or kill my food. It is served to me on a platter or it use to be.
See that other human thinks the chair in my loves office is his. Well what he does not know is any chair in the house belongs to ME! Yes I said ME! See me sleeping in my chair.
My love recorded me growling at the other human I get louder the further you play. It is only 52 seconds and I really go after that human starting around 32 seconds. Sorry we do not know how to cut out the first part.
Enjoy and remember:
IT’S A DOG’S TURN