Hi G-Fans!
Well, a pretty muggy warm one today. Reasonable walk. Not too hot for the walk.
So, what I really want to write about?
Where to begin.
Should I write about people who think they can get away with being too familiar with a princess?
Do I write about my son the princess?
Do I write about my son the Toad Slayer?
Do I write about my daughter the Pee Pants?
Or the yoga troupe traipsing through my house?
So many options.
Let's start with the most grievous of situations.
Just because someone "knows" me doesn't mean I will drape myself across their lap like a Shihtzu.
Not gonna happen (as a famous Texan/Mainer once said).
There are protocols and checks and balances. And anything to the contrary is bogus and made up for the paparazzi.
So, enough stated, I would hope. I won't mention names so no one feels singled out... but..... I think you know who you are. Same rules for all parties. Period.
Now, onto other subjects.
Princess Harry.
Yes, I wrote PRINCESS. He was bathed with lavender and was smelling oh-so-sweet and made the rankness of our ranks smell even sweeter. That floral essence is for the squirrels! Writing of which, the concierge has still not cleaned, but I heard some kind of deal going down, so I think it will be a short-lived victory!
So, the toad slayer. I think we need to have an intervention for Raphael. He is addicted to Toad catching, and often the toads do get mortally wounded. It is becoming a huge issue on the walks. And since we share the double leash, I am quite inconvenienced and disgusted by such a behavior. I will let you know what the concierge and I come up with to assist the deterrent process.
And Miss Pee Pants.
Lounge Lizard doesn't need to get up for breakfast until it is just time for breakfast. Since the concierge is hip to that, she makes Miss Tess go out and take care of business before breakfast is served.
Tessa wouldn't come off the deck. The concierge had to encourage her to get off the deck and at that point she peed right in front of the concierge.
Then went in, the boys gave her a good sniffing and at which point she peed again. On the rug.
So breakfast was late.
And Tessa has been in the dog house since.
I don't blame the concierge, it is pretty gross.
So, I am sure I could go on, but the concierge is starting to look glazed, so, I need to wrap it up.
May you appropriately use the opportunities and available facilities to keep yourself comfortable on all fronts.
TTFN!
-G
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| I don't know what these funny looking dogs are all about, but I bet they don't smell right. |
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| Doesn't he look suspicious? |
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| I can't quite put my paw on it, but it just doesn't look right.... |
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| The size is right, the hair is all wrong..... |
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| Looks like he pulls on his leash too..... |
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| I know a "gimme a cookie" face when I see one! |