Hmmm, actually this could be a very good thing if I play my cards right.
After realizing this, I immediately began contemplating on what mom & I should do each day. As much as I miss my dad, I do work mom a lot harder to get my way by putting on my best needy Rhu expressions. Works great too! In just the few days he’s been gone, I’ve gotten 3 new toys, a new flavor of tiny treats, went to “Rhu’s Park”, to the dog beach, got 2 new antlers (Elk, split down the middle) a new batch of squeaky tennis balls, an order for 10 more squeaky snakes AND, I’ve gotten her to lug my furry butt to almost every single place she’s gone in the car! I L-O-V-E, LOVE the car and totally play the guilt card for rides. Hey, whatever works, right?
I’ve had a little doggie guest over two times now. His name is “Mork” and he’s a teeny, tiny Maltese/Yorkie cross, or “Morkie” hence the name Mork. I know - I know, you probably did what I did and thought he was named after the television show “Mork & Mindy”. Any way, this little cute fluff of fur weighs in at about 4 pounds, five if he’s retaining water and has his little jacket on. Mork’s a special needs dog too and though he can walk, he’s got some balance issues and his eyesight is a little off.
When Mork first arrives, I like to kiss him and I’m all into it, but as the day goes by and people are all “Mork this and Mork that”, well, Mom says I’m showing that I’ve got a pretty clear case of “only child” (dog) syndrome – I DO NOT!!!
Look, it’s really simple… those are MY toys all of which are as big as him, why, he can’t even get his mouth over ‘em let alone make ‘em squeak… and news-flash, MY FOOD MEANS EV-A-REE-THING to me so don’t even consider looking at it…Crooked eyesight or not. Ya come walking in with your little baggy of treats no bigger than a kernel of corn and expect that I’ll trade with you!! Well “Na-nu” to you, Mork! Only dog, syndrome, that’s ridiculous! I might not walk but I can see straight…I know you’re tryin’ to take my toys…grrrr… you’re still tryin’ to look at my food…
Well, what I do know for sure is, if I am spoiled? And I'm not saying I am. It’s just ‘cause I’m so irresistibly cute that no one in their right mind could refuse the many expressions I portray on this furry, awesome face of mine and that, my friends, is Rhu-iffic! I’d better get back to working on more guilt expressions for mom! And, more importantly, I think it’s close to my dinner hour! Rhu-HOOOO!