Music City

Dude.  You gotta be kidding me.  You honestly thought I would be accommodating to the guys doing construction in the neighborhood.  It’s my domain and that’s all there is to it.  So what if I bark at landscapers, trucks, pavers, and street cleaners.  That’s MY JOB, MOMMY.  I am PROTECTING YOU.  When you shake your head when the workers are chuckling at me, all it does is make me want to bark more and run around. 

In other news, Mommy thought, “What fun it will be to take Ben to Nashville!” on a six hour car ride.  Sure, fabulous thought.  Yes, I do like to help drive the car with Daddy, that’s why I like to sit on the front console.  Stop asking me.  You really thought sharing your Bojangles meal with me in the middle of Tennessee was going to quell me?  Make me sleep?  Hell no.

Oh, and the fancy boutique hotel?  You can save your money Mommy.  The silly concierge who greeted me with a baby voice? Just stop.  Oh, and concierge girl, you are going to walk me….sure, just try and I will tell you who is boss.   You and Daddy have fun partying and eating throughout Nashville, while I am left to protect the hotel and deal with the concierge who thinks I am a six month old baby girl.  And the treats from the hotel…..well you know my tummy so whey the heck did you let me eat them?

One would think after almost 10 years (yes, I will be 10 on August 1-that is the date I ‘supposedly’ was born, but who the hell knows?), Mommy would have caught on.  It’s like she thinks I am a different dog.  She’s well meaning though, so I guess I can deal.

Peace.