The King

Last night Mommy invited a bunch of people over.  There were so many of them .  And there were babies.  Babies who think I am a puppy not an old dog.  Dear Jesus.
One loved to pat me, the others ran around after me, thinking it was a game.  Hello, I am only still around because there are chances of my getting a piece of chicken off the floor if one of the little monsters drops one.
In other news, I have discovered the dishwasher is an awesome nutrition source.  I can get to leftovers while someone is loading the dishes.  Last night it went a little awry when I licked the spoon that has been used in hot sauce.  What is wrong with humans?  They eat that stuff?  Found Felicity's water and killed that beast.
Speaking of Felicity, that girl remains.  She's loud and smelly and has an unusual affection for Mommy but I can't convince her to try things in the wild.  I run around the yard and she barely follows.  In fact, one day, when everyone was at work and school, the front door swung open!  Someone must have left it unlocked....so I hit the road.  I ran up and down the street.  I barked at everyone and everything.  It wasn't until the garbage truck arrived that Felicity joined in the fun...she probably didn't even notice it was smelly since she is so smelly.  It was sad when our neighbor Joellen called Daddy, and they put us back in the house.  We were so close to adventure.  If only Felicity would move more quickly.  She's just not agile.
Kids are good, they are still here too.  I like Ciera's bed because it is fluffy and you can find me resting there from time to time.  However, I do my best to sit on Felicity's bed when I can so she knows I am king.  Of everything.
As far as Mommy, well she's still letting me run the show.  Daddy says she's the reason I am a brat and my answer is so be it...I was here first, Daddy.
Peace