Minnie's Friend

It all seemed so innocent. I mean, I'm not the jealous type really - unless it comes to food, that is - but this is different.

He was in her life and then he went away.

And I really I thought it was forever, but he's back... and her fixation with him has grown stronger.

I don't know whether I can stand her relentess displays of affection...

I mean, what about me Minnie?

Is it just me, or is the sky falling down?

No Silly!

The bipeds are getting a new roof!

Well, can you tell them to do it quietly then, I need my beauty sleep...

Some call me a Dreamer...

I can smell it...

It taunts me...

They taunt me, with their munching and finger licking...

"Can't I just have one", I ask - the reply, a firm growl "NO" from the boy biped...

"But I promise I won't choke"...

And the reply, "Well, we're not risking a late night trip to the emergency vet" from the girl biped.

"But it's CHICKEN bones and the smell, couldn't I just try one?"

"NO" - both of them this time.

Maybe next time...

Perhaps I need a better way of convincing them, hmmmmmm...

Additional Responsibilies

Even though I love summer, there's one part of the season I despise with a passion - Thunderstorms. It means an "all-nighter" on the job.

On a more positive note, since I've lost most of my hearing, it's only the flashes of lightning that make me nervous now, before I had to bark at the lightning as well as the thunder.

I really can't understand why the female biped yells at me when I jump on her (preferably her head) - I mean, I'm only trying to protect her. It's not like Minnie's protecting her... she hides under the bed.

Better go - didn't get much sleep last night, so am off for a wee nap before walkies.
Arns

Image by DaFotoGuy

Happy 4th Everyone!

Note: The quilt was a gift to the bipeds from Lisa at From The Quiltery.