Apparently I’m a brat, BOL

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.

 

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