Sunday Scribbling - "Inner Life of Pets"

My name is Manny and I’m the protector of this home and my people. Against my will I also watch out for the retarded white fur ball and tolerate a CAT! My main duties are to bark when someone comes to the door and scan the yard for predators so "princess fur ball" will come out to pee safely. Might I add she pees too much and takes forever! My favorite job is to watch over mom and I never leave her side because sometimes she falls down. When I was a younger dog, I could stiffen my neck and front legs so she could grab the back of my neck, and pull herself up. I liked that because I got lots of extra love.

I’ve lost a few of my people, I guess because they got bigger and I sometimes can’t find them. I miss the goodies they snuck me under the table. If that’s not bad enough they were the ones who brought home the retarded fur ball and then they had the nerve to leave it behind. Why is it that a small fur ball gets all the lap attention and I get good dog pats? If I hear how cute she is one more time I swear I’ll hurl on mom’s carpet. What’s worse than protecting three female people and one furry she-mop? Mom bringing home a MALE! Now I just had to put my paw down! He was nice and all but he thought he was the man of the house...ha! This MALE booted me out of my bed and brought a CAT to live here, a CAT! If he did not make mom so darn nice and happy, I’d have run him off already. Sometimes I’m not liking how he treats mom in MY old bed, so I whine and pace to make him stop. I guess he can stay for now but I got my one good eye on him.

Now that I’m getting up there in age my eyes have turned what mom says is a lovely shade of blue. I walk right into that MALE humans’ legs and I’m thinking it’s not my eye’s, but his stick like ghost legs. He gets so mad . . . hehehe. I have had a dog stroke and been bitten by a spider and yet I still get my but up when fur ball has to pee at night. Now mom watches out for me and even finds my baby when I lose it. The MALE will even play tug of war and usually lets me win. I can still bark but I get my cue from the shrill of "fur ball’s" bark and act like I heard it the whole time.

I guess something is going to happen around here soon because the "fur ball" got a hair cut looking even more ridiculous and I’m being fitted with a girlie white bow . . . hmmm. This could mean food and people, maybe even the two I keep losing and that tiny person that smells bad.

This dog world is full of people and fur balls trying to steal mom's attention from me but mom makes sure I know I'm her very special man-dog every day. . . take that naked fur ball !

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