Day Four

 

I have a new strategy. Take a look.

Yeah, that’s me at the back behind the ‘real’ daughter, Princess Bella. As you can see, I am pretending to cuddle one of the stupids, and as you will also notice, I’m sure, she is gazing at me adoringly.

HAHA!

Here’s what I figure. The chow is great. There’s great walks. You KNOW what I think about the couch. Bella is pretty laid back – not big into sniffing and bouncing. I know she WANTS to frolic, but I think she gets it that I’m not really the frolicking type, if you know what I mean.

I figure, why not work the system – you know? Every day there are more concessions – today I got off-leash (inside a fenced-off field for sure, but hey…), and they’ve started letting me run down the corridor with Bella to their apartment. Bella has clued me in on the sinking-box-thing. Apparently, it’s nothing to worry about. And the sweet thing is, I get all this for nothing! There seems to be no work (at the first place, we were all expected to produce puppies…more of that later…I can’t talk about it now….).

So what if I let them rub my tummy?

So what if I let them hold my paw?

So what if they pick me up?

So YES alright! They DID! And you know what? I LIKED it!

I LIKED IT OKAY?

Anyone who says I’m losing my edge is gonna lose half her nose.

I’M STILL CALLING THE SHOTS!