Raining, raining, raining. The good thing about rain is that I can get all MUDDY!!! The bad thing about rain is that if I'm all muddy, the persnickety Spokeswoman won't let me in the house.
Case in point: Stupid Spokeswoman didn't REALIZE it was misting out this morning when she let me in the house. She figured it out pretty quickly though, the moment I shook my coat out, showering her precious computer with a bazillion droplets! I was just getting warmed up for a really GOOD shake as she grabbed my collar and unceremoniously THREW me out the back door.
However, I am smart enough to get back IN the house!...I just waited until a police siren began sounding and then stood at alert attention (within sight of the backdoor) and did NOT initiate a wailing contest between Rivie and myself. (Rivie isn't imaginative enough to wail on her own...she just does it if I lead the way...which I ALWAYS do, even though we invariably get into trouble from the Noise Police Spokeswoman we are both saddled with.) This morning, though, I just stood there silently...allowing a perfectly good siren to go unaccompanied. The obnoxious Spokeswoman was pleasantly amazed at my new found self-control...so much so, that she let me in the backdoor even though I was caked in mud! She toweled me off and now I am lounging about in the family room wondering which lovely photo of me would best fit the mood of this post...
I think maybe THIS one...
They say a picture is worth a thousand words...well, this snapshot tells you all you need to know about my ultra-demanding Spokeswoman. She has to control EVERYTHING...and she isn't any too patient in the process... You've all seen the beautiful photos of myself, Gabs, and Vader taken yesterday, but what you DIDN'T see is the torment we were put through BEFORE those photos were taken. The domineering Spokeswoman was so busy bossing all the people and dogs around that it is a wonder any of us were able to smile for the photos afterwards. You guys will never know how trying it is to stay by her side. But, I am a loyal dog...no matter what she dishes out, I weather it and remain faithful...that's just who I am.
Oh, and I almost forgot to mention the excitement we had last night. The tornado sirens were wailing...sounding so close that it sent chills down my spine. Next thing I know, the Spokesguy has all the little Ninjas drug out of bed and gathered into the bathtub with pillows over the heads and the Spokeswoman drug us out of our dog houses and paraded us through the house and out into the garage. She let all three of us climb into the car, cracked the windows, and left. We were a bit confused. Being brought to the car, we thought we were going to get to go for a ride, but she just left us there by ourselves! I got into the driver's seat and honked the horn by sitting on the steering wheel (I like to do that when she leaves me alone in the car), but she ignored my summons. I REALLY need to work on her social skills! We never did figure out what her plan was. We finally just all gave up, curled up, and went to sleep. I was right in the middle of leaping ten feet into the air and NABBING that INSOLENT SQUIRREL when the intrusive Spokeswoman woke me up and drug us all out of the car, back through the house, and out the back door again. I don't know what that was all about. So irritating. First she doesn't even take us on a car ride and then, just as we have all gotten cozy and are happily dreaming, she flips on all the lights and yanks us out of bed. I hear she does that to the Ninjas ALL THE TIME. Talk about IRRITATING!!!