We act the way we act....

Hi G-Fans!

As I sit by the wood stove, or should I write, as I curl up on the couch by the wood stove....

I ponder the meaning of my life...

Usually I don't question such things, but it has been such a strange weekend I am paws-ing to reflect....

I didn't get very far, however, so I will update you on the latest....

I am feeling better now that I have been on my medication for a few days, I am licking my personal body space much less, if at all, but this morning I had one of my "gurgling tummy" episodes.  The concierge has the "fix" to the issue down to an effective and efficient system.  So, I got a little bit of Mylanta and a little bit of food to nibble on and then, by breakfast time, I was ready to eat the whole meal.

We had the usual Sunday morning with the concierge blowing out of here muttering how late she is... well, I suppose that is more frequent than Sunday mornings....

Anyway, when she arrive back she quickly bundled us up with orange scarves, head gear and she donned the orange vest and the helper got behind the wheel and we went off to do a different take on a somewhat familiar walk to the bog.

I would say it went without mishap, but then that would just not be true!

Our first encounter was no big deal as we veered off to a side bog and the other dog was leashed, so no issues except we did some annoying rubber-necking....

The second issue was as we headed back to the royal transport... we were in a tight spot with nowhere to "pull off" from the path to let them pass... the concierge decided that Raphael and I could be redirected into the pond, off a rocky edge and into the water for distraction....

HA! What does she think, that we are babies or something?

We were locked into the interlopers trying to pass by....

I think not without a thorough investigation and some intimidation techniques...

The concierge found us to be embarrassing and disappointing in our behaviors.

I say, "get a new expectation and you won't be disappointed!"

We don't care that we were conscientiously trained.  We don't care that great pains were made in socializing us.

We don't care.

Either give us valium or buy us an island if you don't like how we respond to surprises.

Period.

We act the way we act because that is what we do.

And, I don't care that the concierge got soaking wet nor do I care that she had to throw out her pants because they were ripped, too bad for her .

She growled all the rest of the way back to the car at us, and it got old.

I will say, however, we didn't dare pull on the leashes the entire way back, although Raphael definitely tested her resolve a couple of times.  She was resolved.

SO, may you find solace in whatever way works for you.

TTFN!   

-G