Yoga Schmoga

Tessa needs a few more inches and she could see under the deck as well....

Hi G-Fans!

I could write about so many things.  I could tell you about another spantabulous day of sunshine and blue skies.  I  could write about the evening bog walk where Riley barfed his whole supper up and then tried to take it back (the concierge did not allow that...).  I could write about the loose black dog that was the reason (ultimately) that Riley blew his cookies.  I could also tell you about Riley's "makeup" dinner of concierge-cooked rice cereal and eggs that he scarfed down without hesitation.

But I won't.

What I have to say is way more important than that.

What I want  to share is about yoga.

The concierge did yoga with Harry's concierge.

I had my eye on Harry's concierge.  And I could see them from two rooms away yucking it up with each other, naturally, and with Snagglepus (understandable), in addition, BERTIE was included in the soiree!!  BERTIE!  How did he get included and not me?  I don't care that his nickname is yoga boy.  I should NEVER be excluded from any activity - ever!  I stared Harry's concierge down the entire time and I did my most annoying I-can't-be-left-out-of-this-or-I-will-go-off-the-deep-end whine... to no avail.

I watched the entire time while Bertie was getting cooed over and rubbed up and talked to sweetly and that should have been ME!      

It is going to be a rocky night tonight....

Wish the concierge luck and one eye open.....

TTFN!

-G

Snagglepus looking like he is part sphinx...