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Sunday, December 4, 2011

Early morning grouch

 

I am not a grouch.  I am slightly cranky in the morning.  OK. I am not a morning dog.  I want to be awaken with belly rubs and kisses and cuddles. I don't want to play.  Before I have had my morning foam I am just not into playing. 
I need a slow start to my day.    Look, I smell pancetta. I smell mozzarella in carozza , I need to focus, to figure out how to work the angles. I want some.

And, since I gave momma a heart attack today, I need to be extra cute to make my mozzarella payday.... She decided to do the dishwasher, and junk like that.  I got tired of waiting...  Who knew that my falling asleep in the bubble wrap box ON bubble wrap would cause the woman to panic?  I was asleep, I didn't hear her call me. I mean...realistically where could I have gone... I was home...

Back to the smells.... mhhhh I love pancetta. Daddy we miss you.  The momma misses you. I am just going to capitalize on that and offer to eat your share.  ILY, daddy

'vie

3 comments:

Tucker The Crestie said...

We hear you, 'Vie! Our mom is much better tempered after she's had her morning java. But she doesn't share that with us. I wonder why?

Two French Bulldogs said...

We see who wears the pants in that family, BOL
Benny & Lily

Kolchak Puggle said...

I HATE to be waked up. I hate it. I am Kolchak the Grouch in the morning. Me and the Mama are good for NOTHING until she has had a coffee and I have had some breakfast.