I am watching momma getting dressed and I have a hunch... that today she is going to a WHITE HAT LUNCH. How do I know? Mhhh It's the hat, the make up and the get up.
I am not stoopid.
Last night she put a pink shirt on me because I was scratching myself silly. [I was really scratching myself out of some itches.] I have "lergies". You know ...allergies to some sort of grass. Momma medicated my itches and then put a shirt on me which I tolerated only because she put on a shirt that matched mine. We were the PINK girls. We were kewl. But now, she does not match anymore. So I know, she is going somewhere without moi. And I suppose she expects me to behave while she is gone.
Here is what I say... "Revenge is mine sayeth the righteous!" Muaaaaaaahhhhh!!!Unless.
Are you prepared to cut a deal... Well woman? I would like my own doggy box. No, not a doggy bag... a doggy box. Order an extra lunch for me. And none of you weird foods either. I am thinking something yummy. Something worth being alone in this big house with just The Wendy and JD while it rains outside... Being at the mercy of ...the house. Suffering in air conditioning on couches and beds and pillows which do not offer the warmth of human digits or the belly rub that should be available. Sure, you look at this and think I will be comfortable, that I am in the lap of luxury. But honey this is one lonely lap and I need YOUR lap. So, I am prepared to forego my rightful lap for about an hour, ok ok , two hours. But it will cost you a doggy box.
Should you fail to return with the bargained for doggy box... there will be consequences.
BTW, the dress is ok, The bracelets... not so much... Just MY humble opinion...
[she embarrasses me sometimes... she has a matchie matchie tendency...sooooo old fashion.]