She told me that she was watching "Dancing With the Stars", whatever that is, and that my blogging was not going to get in between her and Maks.
So she watched TV, and I sat in her lap, but then she suddenly got all mad about something, and turned off the TV, and said "that SUCKS!", and told me no more TV, and no computer. So she read a book.
Then she told me after a few minutes that Maks had gotten robbed! Robbing is BAD! I feel very sorry for Maks, whoever he is - Mommy was very mad about his robbery.
OK - on to my story.
My Mom has not been feeling good for a long time, but I have been taking very good care of her. Really!
She blabs and blabs about her problems over here.
Well, evidently, I didn't take good enough care of her, because last Thursday, we were at the shop, and the door opened, and in came my good friend John. John is one of our friends that we visit in the mountains a lot, and he pats me and rubs me and plays foot-ball with me (that means he and I wrestle my toy balls with his feet when he is sitting in his recliner! It is a fun game!!)
But here is the problem:
John brought my arch-nemesis, Nummy, with him!
Look at her prancing around my store like she owns the place!
She just took over!
I tried to mind my own business, but she was everywhere!
Look at her licking her lips - just thinking of ways to pester me!
Well, she isn't.
She steals my toys, and I share my food with her all the time, but if I try to take a bite of HER food, she turns into a snarling Tasmanian devil.
Seriously- she chases me all over my own house, trying to protect her precious food!
Look at Nummy, doing MY job, watching for customers and delivery men.
And this is an absolutely true story:
One night, we went to Chic-Fil-A after work. John was driving Mom's car, and he was holding Princess Nummy. I was in the back seat, as usual. Mom was on the passenger side.
When we got to the window, Mom reminded John that he had to roll down my window so I could talk to the peoples at the drive-in window, so John rolled it down.
But then, he asked the peoples at the drive-in window if they had any treats for cute dogs, and 3 pretty girls all stuck their heads out the window, ooh-ing and aah-ing over that devil-dog Nummy, and saying how cute she is, and then apologizing for not having any treats for her.
What am I? Chopped Liver?
So my Mom leaned over and told them they had hurt my feelings, and one of them said, "Well, he has cute eyes".
Hmmmph. Cute eyes.
John and Nummy went home yesterday. I miss John.