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



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.