I acquired my new family a few days before Christmas 2008 – that was a shock let me tell you, I don’t actually recall asking Santa for new humans to look after. On the bright side they may be a little weird and have lots of disgusting human traits, but I have come to love each one of them in a special sort of way.
There is one exception, however, and they call her MEG!!! Now she is a funny creature, not a human but not a dog either. Let me describe her to you – she has four legs like me and is roughly the same height as me (I am the slightly taller one by about half an inch!); her tail is longer than mine and swishes around like an elephants trunk when she is angry; she has small pointy ears (yuck! I much prefer my long floppy ears as they are a good deal more attractive if I do say so myself); Meg has long, long whiskers (not neatly trimmed like mine!, such a scruffy animal) and to top it off she makes an awful meowing sound.
I have on several occasions tried to be friends with this creature they call Meg, but she is basically a bully. I can think of no kinder way to put it! If I try to sniff her butt, which as we all know is a polite way to greet others; she gets all defensive and smacks my ears. In addition to this when I first moved in to my new abode I was given a lovely bed in which to sleep. Obviously it was one that the master of the house would need in order to get his well deserved rest after having to organise this household day after day; to my disgust this “Meg” claimed the bed for herself – very little manners or respect for those above her. All is well however, because I decided to claim the large double bed for myself – after all a dog does need his rest you know. As you can see I really have my work cut out with this Meg, the others are learning quickly who is the master (me of course!).
The rest of this unruly house hold is made up of four humans. Two who are female and two who are male. I call the eldest female mom it seems appropriate as she has already had two puppies of he own. The younger female is something that they call “a teenager”, I’m not really sure what this means so I need to find out – I shall probably have to do some research – I call her Jessie. The eldest male is called dad as he is the father of the two pups, whilst the youngest male is called Jim and what a handful he is!
Jim is by far the noisiest member of the family. He is always jumping out of strange places and scares the living daylights out of me on a regular basis. Noise, Noise, Noise - all you hear all day, every day. Mom quite often refers to these noises as “sound effects” (note to myself: research sound effects). I really must train him to only make noise when someone knocks on the door (especially the postman) or when told to. I also need to train him to stop jumping out of random places and to hunt for things properly.
There is one exception, however, and they call her MEG!!! Now she is a funny creature, not a human but not a dog either. Let me describe her to you – she has four legs like me and is roughly the same height as me (I am the slightly taller one by about half an inch!); her tail is longer than mine and swishes around like an elephants trunk when she is angry; she has small pointy ears (yuck! I much prefer my long floppy ears as they are a good deal more attractive if I do say so myself); Meg has long, long whiskers (not neatly trimmed like mine!, such a scruffy animal) and to top it off she makes an awful meowing sound.
I have on several occasions tried to be friends with this creature they call Meg, but she is basically a bully. I can think of no kinder way to put it! If I try to sniff her butt, which as we all know is a polite way to greet others; she gets all defensive and smacks my ears. In addition to this when I first moved in to my new abode I was given a lovely bed in which to sleep. Obviously it was one that the master of the house would need in order to get his well deserved rest after having to organise this household day after day; to my disgust this “Meg” claimed the bed for herself – very little manners or respect for those above her. All is well however, because I decided to claim the large double bed for myself – after all a dog does need his rest you know. As you can see I really have my work cut out with this Meg, the others are learning quickly who is the master (me of course!).
The rest of this unruly house hold is made up of four humans. Two who are female and two who are male. I call the eldest female mom it seems appropriate as she has already had two puppies of he own. The younger female is something that they call “a teenager”, I’m not really sure what this means so I need to find out – I shall probably have to do some research – I call her Jessie. The eldest male is called dad as he is the father of the two pups, whilst the youngest male is called Jim and what a handful he is!
Jim is by far the noisiest member of the family. He is always jumping out of strange places and scares the living daylights out of me on a regular basis. Noise, Noise, Noise - all you hear all day, every day. Mom quite often refers to these noises as “sound effects” (note to myself: research sound effects). I really must train him to only make noise when someone knocks on the door (especially the postman) or when told to. I also need to train him to stop jumping out of random places and to hunt for things properly.
So now you know what a tough job I have ahead of me with the chaotic family that Santa kindly gave me. I will need all of my strength and wits for this task and hopefully by next Christmas they should all be behaving themselves nicely. I intend to note all of the coming months achievements and failures on this blog to help all other dogs out there (a bit like a guide book to humans), so I leave you for now in the hope that you dogs out there know that you are not alone!
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I think I've met Meg. I have a friend called Ruby who sounds similar, although Ruby is quite friendly - a bit over friendly at times!
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