This
morning I was out of bed before mom was out of the shower. (This is
rare for me cause I usually stay in bed ‘til she’s done getting ready
for work, then she has to nudge me downstairs.) Before she’d even
gotten dressed, I’d gone down the stairs*. She figured I really had to
go do ~privacy please~, so she put her pj’s back on and, with her wet
hair wrapped in a towel, took me in the backyard. Where I sniffed and
sniffed and didn’t do anything. So she shoved me back inside (not
literally), brought me upstairs with her, and finished getting ready -
all the while I glared at her and made small grumbles cause I wanted her
to take me back outside and hurry up about it!
After
she was ready, we went back downstairs, she leashed me up, called me a
brat, and took me on our usual morning walk, where she called me a brat a
few more times cause I wouldn’t walk or wanted to go in a different
direction that her. Have I mentioned lately that I’m a stubborn princess
girl?!?! BOL
Oh
yah, and the reason I was up early, and up early the last two mornings
(i.e. out of bed before mom was ready for work) is cause I didn’t do any
~privacy please~ when mom lets me out in the yard for “last call”
~privacy please~.
*I
never went up and down the stairs at my old house. They weren’t
carpeted, so I couldn’t get a grip to move on ‘em. The stairs at this
new place are carpeted, and mom and her roommate encouraged me to go up
and down them, and now I do without fear! Sometimes I still need
encouragement to go up the stairs. But I’m totally ok going down them,
esp. if mom is still in her pj’s, BOL.
Oh!
Here’s a pic mom’s roommate took of me yesterday while mom was in yoga
class. He titled it “Dog, why you no sit like dog?” I was just sharing
her yoga vibes, BOL.
Oooohhhhmmmm
