I don’t know about you, but I spend an awful lot of time trying to be a loyal companion. It’s not like I can drive to Safeway, or the gas station, or even the Arizona Lung, Sleep and Valley Fever Institute. I’m here, and I’m loyal.
In return, I ask for a bit of reciprocity.
Instead Mom and Dad have been enjoying an active lifestyle. Maybe it was a decade of being trapped on an island, I don’t know, but lately they’re sampling all that life has to offer.
Take last night, for instance. They spent the whole night at a P!nk Concert in Glendale.
Apparently Pink (who spells her name with an exclamation point … P!nk … must have flunked third grade, darn charter schools) is some sort of singer with an 18 year catalog of pop hits coupled with an innate ability to perform Vegas-style gymnastics four stories above the ground.
Meanwhile I sit at home.
Boring and unfair.
And when they are at home, Mom and Dad are busy. Dad spent tonight making pizza sauce for his new pizza oven. Am I part of the story? Hint – I’m not included … I’m relegated to a blueberry diet.
Then Dad spent the afternoon messing with the RV batteries – looks like the place where they bought the batteries nuked the new batteries and caused a whole bunch of issues that caused the neighborhood to have a smelly metallic odor. Lemme tell you pups, neighbors don’t like a smelly metallic odor, #amirite?
All I ask is for food, drink, potty & waste breaks. And undying love and company. That’s all. Instead I get an existence where I’m only paid attention to something like thirteen or fourteen hours a day.
Just wow! What appt, whirlwind life! Concerts, sauce and battery blasts!
At least life is never dull….rest….all of you!
OMG, Dash, you have such a hard life, remember blueberries are great for you and pizza is over rated. Happy Mom and Dad make A happy Dash, hang in there buddy, they say the Best is yet to come. You are just to cute!
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Ah! Poor baby! Maybe mom and dad need to enroll you in a Doggie Daycare????? You could meet new friends–have a swinging social life to rival mom and dad’s and not be bored. Take care !
Dear Dash, If Dogs could sing (well, some can and you can sometimes too?) you would be a star in the Blues genre of music. Such a sad, full life. And to go with the blues, you would have to have some good deep south cooking, hmmm. hmmm,hmmmm, hmmm.
Hope to see you this summer,
Kevin and Dash-you are both SO cute. Best wishes, Diane