I hear it all the time, "Oh, look at the little puppy" or "Oh, see the little baby dog" or "What a cute little puppy." The worst was, "Aren't you just a little escapee from Michael Vick's puppy farm?" But I am not a puppy.
I am a FULL GROWN DOG. I am three years old and I'm as big as I'll ever be. I'm sick and tired of hearing baby-talk and cooing aimed in my general direction. The walker and feeder should know better, and they need to tell everybody else.
Also, I find it disturbing that I don't ever get complimented on being grown up. My expensive clothes match the bows in my hair and usually my toenails, my hair-cut is stylish, and I eat nothing but the finest foods, peanut butters, vanilla wafers and treats. I am confident and assertive when I bark at knockers at the door and those mutts on the street that don't follow my orders. Does this sound like a mere puppy to you? Of course not.
Really, what do I look like a midget? A dwarf? I am not Happy, Dopey, Doc, or Sleepy. Not Bashful, Grumpy, or even Sneezy.
I am a FULL GROWN DOG and you better not forget it, mister.
The only one that seems to understand this is my friend the greeter. He greets people at the big doors at the hotel on St. Charles by the restaurant Luke that smells so good--where the walker makes me turn when I don't get to go the park.
I am a FULL GROWN DOG. I am three years old and I'm as big as I'll ever be. I'm sick and tired of hearing baby-talk and cooing aimed in my general direction. The walker and feeder should know better, and they need to tell everybody else.
Also, I find it disturbing that I don't ever get complimented on being grown up. My expensive clothes match the bows in my hair and usually my toenails, my hair-cut is stylish, and I eat nothing but the finest foods, peanut butters, vanilla wafers and treats. I am confident and assertive when I bark at knockers at the door and those mutts on the street that don't follow my orders. Does this sound like a mere puppy to you? Of course not.
Really, what do I look like a midget? A dwarf? I am not Happy, Dopey, Doc, or Sleepy. Not Bashful, Grumpy, or even Sneezy.
I am a FULL GROWN DOG and you better not forget it, mister.
The only one that seems to understand this is my friend the greeter. He greets people at the big doors at the hotel on St. Charles by the restaurant Luke that smells so good--where the walker makes me turn when I don't get to go the park.
The greeter refers to me properly, which is good since he is paid to greet us. He calls me "Vicious" and "Big Dog." He usually steps back when he sees me coming. I like that a lot. If he would only bow.
-Dictated by Posie to the walker
3 comments:
I know what you mean, Posie. I may be a little bigger than you, but I'm full grown now and everyone thinks I'm a puppy. I have a puppy face, I guess. But I don't mind, because in all honesty, my puppy-hood wasn't all that great, and I get to act like a puppy and get away with it! (well, with everyone but mama, anyway).
Izzie
Posie, this is your Aunt Nanette, and I just want to settle your fuss. You will always be a little dog to your cousin Hannah. Hannah misses you, and even gets a little confused when she sees other Yorkies-- even chubby, boy-dog Yorkies. She thinks they are you because she loves you so much.
So, Hannah sends her love, and says to tell you she will see you soon for the holidays.
Hello from Maggie and Sugar in St. Augustine, Florida. We are thrilled to find other articulate and stylish dogs online. We hope to be blogging soon ourselves. Until then, you've been added to our newsreader so we can keep up with your escapades.
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