Hello, everyone! It’s Little One on the blog today. What’s shakin’?
I know. It’s been ages since you’ve seen me on the blog. AGES! I don’t know what my writer’s problem is, but it’s almost like she thinks you guys aren’t interested in reading about my life. What could be more riveting than reading about me basking in the sun and barking at the fox that dares to enter my yard? (Not at the same time, of course. The sun and the fox…)
Anyway, she’s FINALLY letting me take over the blog today because she owes me and she knows it. Why does she owe me? Because she made me spend the weekend with him.
Who’s he, you ask? His name is Tino. He lives with my writer’s sister and apparently, he’s here to stay. My writer said that people think he’s cute, but don’t let a cute face fool you… he is a monster!
How can he be a monster, you ask? Well, let me tell you!
The weekend started off fine. We were hanging out together, chewing bones. At first he wanted the bone that I had, but he eventually found his own. It sounds nice, right? And it was! And then… things changed.
He went CRAZY! He started running around and then all he wanted to do was “play.” At least, that’s what my human said all that running and jumping was. I hung out in my tiny little travel kennel each time he had a sudden burst of energy.
And I don’t even like my travel kennel. Sometimes my writer puts me in it when we go to visit family, but she also puts me into it when she takes me to the torture chambers she calls the “vet” and the “groomer.”
I know what you’re thinking… how could she make me spend a weekend with the ball of energy known as Tino? But… it gets worse. Just wait till you read what she told me…
We were enjoying a blissful moment of peace, quiet and solitude known as a break from Tino and then she said, “Let’s go get him.” I gave her my, “Please no!” look and she smiled at me… she SMILED at me… and said, “Just think, a couple of years ago you were Tino and Wolf was you.”
I know! Can you believe she said such a terrible thing? A couple of years ago all I wanted to do was play with Wolf. Tino wanted to make me miserable! (Let’s not even mention the fact that Wolf was old and I am not.)
Luckily, we’re no longer with him. His humans are back and my writer and I are back to living our quiet, peaceful existence. I’m still giving her the cold shoulder, though. I mean, I’m not going to let her off the hook that…
Oh! She’s looking at me! It’s been ages since I had a tummy rub. AGES! I think it’s time to roll over and ask for one now.
Tell me what you’ve been up to since we last talked! And until next time… keep those tails waggin’!