Fedup

And I do get fed-up with having that black camera thingy pushed in my face day after day. And the bright flash going off. It's enough to make a model want to retire.

But I suppose our public needs us. I shall press on.

I was super energetic this morning. And that rotten Ernie, he would NOT wake up. He's not a morning dog like me, and generally sleeps in until about 11 o'clock. Generally I don't mind, but today, I wanted to play, play, play.

So I went upstairs, and teased HER until she came outside to play ball with me. Then we hanged the washing out in the sunshine.

Then SHE took me for a walk up to the Post Office. Honestly, it's like a royal procession. There was a family sitting outside the deli having a cup of coffee, and I swear they all went weak at the knees when they saw me. There were three little girls, and they all patted me, and they couldn't believe I am a full growed dog. They all thought I was a puppy.

Me!! A puppy! SHE soon put them straight on that. Then they talked about my clipped fur, and thought it was cute. And on and on it goes.

Then I finally managed to play with Ernie, and then I wanted just a tiny nap.

But she got that black camera thingy out, and that's what started this whole rant.

I feel better now.