Saturday, September 18, 2010

Dear Diary, Blindsided

Dear Diary,

The day was great.  The sun was shining.  The Cupcake spent the night and there were plenty of cookies and Cracker Jacks being flung my way.  I had someone closer to my own age to wrestle with.  Life was good.

Oh, she's a little annoying at times.  Especially when I have my nose to the window while stalking Max the Corgi (and new next door neighbor).   
But you gotta take the bad with the good.


Things were moving right along and in a good direction till BAM!  I was blindsided.

I'd worked on my unique and wonderful smell for weeks.  It was just about right.   And then she washed it all off.  

Boy was I ticked!

Ugh!  I just wanted to smell again... And to have dry ears.

I heard her say she was going to the laundry room and I love the laundry room, so I had to forgive and forget.  Us dogs do that you know.  

Ten minutes later I hear her voice.  "Where's Gracie?"  
Where do you think Gracie is?  
You locked her in the laundry room... Geesh!

Back to the drawing board.  Forgiving and forgetting.
 My human treats me like a dog!

To my mom, I have a message.  Save you're words Mommie Dearest.  Don't tell me that I look cute, smell sweet, or that I'm adorable.  Don't wanna hear it.  This is your fault.