Rainy

Well, that little twerp Bronwyn beat me to the punch on the posting today. She stole my title. So, I improved on it. It's tough living with Bronwyn. She whines more than me! And it works for her. When I whine, the big dope just says, "Be quiet" or "Reagan, shut up." The sweetheart usually gives me something, but don't tell the big dope. She's a softie.

Speaking of softies, the sweetheart likes to give me stuff when she is baking and cooking. For example, she will let me lick the beater when she is making stuff like whipped cream, chocolate chip cookies (before she adds the chocolate, of course) and other good stuff. And when she is cutting up veggies ... mm-mm. I get little pieces of carrots, broccoli, etc. (Like my use of the Latin, there? I don't know what the abbreviation stands for in Latin, but I think it means more of the same or something like that.)

But now, with that little twerp Bronwyn around, I am out of luck in the kitchen. Since she learned how to get up the stairs, and since the big dope and the sweetheart aren't ready for her to be there yet because they don't trust her not to pee or poo all over the place, they moved around the family room on us. That's right, they moved stuff around to block the stairs. Can you believe it? Now, my crate (MY CRATE) is in front of the stairs when they want to block access. So, at this very moment, those two are up in the kitchen cooking and I am stuck down here with the little twerp. That's less food for me, in case you were wondering. I don't think I like this arrangement.

If I knew how to do it, I would teach that twerp to pee and poo outside so that we can all be together anywhere in the house again. But, I am guessing that I couldn't do it and, even if I could, those two wouldn't trust her for a few months anyway.

With patience (like dogs have patience), I'll get through it, but I don't have to like it.