It's a Problem

I am not one to normally complain.  You know that, right?  

However.  The atrocity that is taking place here is just too much to bear.  My chair= moved from my window.  In its place:  The most disgusting noise-making wretched bunch of non-food, non-play toys useless items I have ever laid eyes on.  And I've been around the block a time or two.  As a matter of fact...  I own the block.  It's mine, all mine.  I also own the neighborhood.  Others know it.  That is why they turn and walk away when they see me coming.  

But wait.  I am getting off subject here.  

Let's get back to business at paw.  It is called a Christmas village.  First of all, let me remind you MOM that I do not particularly care for Christmas and all it's fancy changes.  I am a pup of habit and I would appreciate it if you would work around that.  Know what I mean?

And secondly.  You know how I am afraid of trains.  Remember how I freaked out at the tracks during my walk?  Well..  you get my drift.  

Anyway.  Not my favorite time of year... ya know?  So I'm counting the days till it's over and making the best of a bad situation. 

The perfect place to get away from it all...

Mom has started a new blog and HERE is her first entry.  Check it out if you want to be bored to tears.  I don't see mention of my name anywhere in it...  whatever.

No Excuse If You Ask Me

I am not getting a walk every night like before.  It gets dark early and there is a chill in the air.  No excuse if you ask me. 

 Daily walks should be mandatory when one owns a dog. 

 Trips to Pet Smart do not count.  I want to go somewhere where I can pee on everything.   

The warning "Don't pee or poop in the store!" before walking into the store kind of makes you lose your desire, ya know what I mean?  

My 12 second video of a poor excuse for a walk:

ALL MINE

Hey all!  Good news.  Mom says this blog is now mine to do what I want with. 

Hmmm...

She says she doesn't know where to go with this blog anymore.  

She says she keeps repeating herself. 

She says she is boring.

I tend to agree.  BOL!!!!

She is getting old ya know.   No, I mean really.  She repeats herself a lot and I think its cause she's senile   old.

She gets in my way a lot too.  I'm talking about hogging the bed.  Seriously.  I think six inches on the edge of the bed should be plenty of space for her.  I mean.  If she lays on her side and maybe loses a few pounds she won't take up nearly as much room.  Sometimes I just have to give her a push with my hind legs just...  a ...  little...  

And then..

I can stretch out and be comfortable.