And now for my Favorite Topic: FOOD! I like to woof about this a lot. But I like to Eat it most! Grr. But there are sacrifices to being KING POOH, and unfortunately, sadly, FOOD is one of those sacrifices I have to make to set a good example.
There are 32 other dogs that visit us on a weekly basis (I’m exaggerating, but not by much it seems, grr), I have to be Supreme Leader and Great Example of How To Be and all this high and mighty stuff. Ginger and Toby, like the other 35 dogs that visit us, get to eat their FOOD before I do. I have to WAIT! Grr.
Master Joe has the system down. Little Toby and Ginger go in the Living Room of the HOUSE, with the door closed between the kitchen/dining room and the kitchen/guest room. Sometimes Leila’s there too, which complicated things more. But I’ll get into Leila later.
On top of all this nonsense, Cruiser’s learning how to eat with manners! He is such a puppy! Grr. I try to smack some sense into him when the Masters aren’t looking, but then he tries to bite my ear off. Woof! I have to wait for this puppy to WAIT patiently and not attack his food plate. So after an agonizing 25 seconds of that, Finally! ‘Lo! Here comes my kibble!
My favorite kibble comes with left-over steak, potatoes, grr, gravy, slop, and anything the HUMANS want. Grr. But tonight, I get regular ol’ kibble. Duck and potato. At least I have a BOWL. My food goes in that BOWL! That Toby and Ginger have to eat on paper plates. So I guess that’s another part of being KING POOH, is having my own BOWL.
Month: February 2015
I have a new buddy named Cruiser. Think I told you about him, rrr. He’s Boomer’s little brother. Looks a lot like him too. You would think he’s related to me Grr! Why, his grandpa on his mom’s side looks just like my mom’s brother! Cruz and his big brother Boomer came from Surprise! AZ. It’s real hot there. Grr. We took a long ride there one time to meet the family! So here’s my story about how I met Cruz. I wrote it with my paw in the hotel the night before I met him and here’s what I wrote:
“First, we stop in El Centro so I can go Pee, sniff bushes, car tires, look for TRASH on the ground! Grr, it’s so much fun! It’s about time too! I need lots of room. Masters Joe and Theresa are in the front of the car, and I’m in the back with Master Reese. After 20 minutes, this gets uncomfortable. So imagine the agony after two hours of this!
“Masters Joe Theresa and Reese go into In-N-Out or some other delicious crappiness like Del Taco and I get a TREAT! Yummy yummy yay! Look, I’m hungry, OK? I’m always hungry and in times like this there’s no shame in being a DOG. Everyone pets me and says things like “Grande!” and confuse me with a labradoodle. Whatever that is, grr.
“Three more hours in the car! I’m not good with crowds in confined locations, grr. Master Reese wants me to scoot over and I wish he would sit on Master Joe’s lap so I could have the back seat to myself. Then we stop in Yuma, which now means there are cacti coming up from the ground. Grr. Have to really watch where I walk. But more trashy goodness and pee stops and yummy smells. I’m not the only dog there, no sirrrrree.
“YET ANOTHER TWO MORE HOURS! Grr. At last, though! Now we’re FINALLY in Phoenix, and a dog friendly hotel. We hang out here for the night, grr, and I lay in an air-conditioned room with the whole floor to myself! Tired now.Meeting Boomer’s little brother tomorrow.