The lady says that nothing in life is free, but I Think that pocket pits like me should get a break. I mean, my legs are like, a foot from the ground...and I give the best kisses. I mean geez, help a guy out!
Okay, enough of the griping for now. There is a light at the end of this very loooong tunnel.
I worked so good today that the lady let me zen out on her lap. See, if I am held like a wittle baby, I sort of go to sleep really fast. It's one of my most endearing qualities, AND my favorite position, and I get to do it if I'm a good boy (and especially when I let go of my toys if the lady tries to take them - I'm sort of greedy like that).
So, I guess if I have to work so hard, I should get some good rewards. Heck, if I didn't get my "zen time" at least, I would consider blowing this pop stand (I say "consider" because, well, it's raining and it's lightning, so...but consider it I will).
And I would probably stay for awhile longer because I got on the couch tonight, and the lady came up to me, and I closed my eyes so she wouldn't notice me, and even though I'm not allowed up there, she told me to get off and still gave me a sweet goodie. That was nice. P.S. I heard the lady mumbling that my pictures aren't coming out very well. She said, "He is even MORE of a goober-face in these photos, so I have to get a better camera."
Less goober-face, I think that means I could also get less rules. Score.
|Me just closing my eyes, hoping the lady |
doesn't notice I'm on the couch even though I know it's only for zen-time.