I’m behaving like an angel and my transgression is forgiven. Ma can be gracious especially when she has something soft and fluffy to cuddle up to.
Did you have a good start to the year? Or did you like me get into a few oopses already?
Cousin Krishna sent me this poem which I absolutely adore because it perfectly sums up my philosophy on life and what was and what is to come.
Don’t even bother trying to be anything other than content and just enjoy the best things in life like a good sleep followed by some snoozing far far away from Jaws or any other thing that gets on your nerves.
PITS PERFECT here just hanging out after our trot on this fine Thursday morning.
I’m feeling so self righteous and good because the Gizz is in the dog house. Granny shouted at him for snarling. He got a new collar because I ate his other one and when Granny was trying to adjust it he was having none of it and bared his teeth at her.
Oh you should have heard it. « Don’t you ever in your life again do that with me Scooby » I just love it when it’s me who’s the goodie two shoes in the palace.
He’s hanging out under the side table pretending to be contrite. She’s fierce that Granny when she scolds.
Bit boring though when he’s not available for a tussle. Just had to get up on Granny to play with me instead. No good though she’s having none of it so I’ll just have to stare out the window.
No cooking as there were leftovers from Sunday, no laundry as she did that Saturday no baking as she was doing that on Tuesday, maybe a little shopping and plenty of walking as we had time and it is warm.
Alas just as the first sip of coffee touched her lips the tenant from the apartment above the tearoom texted to say the fire alarms were going off again.
There was no fire but still a whole slew of correspondence ensued for the remainder of the day to get this and other matters including falling siding and a broken window fixed.
Ma is now not just kicking herself for this non stop stress inducing venture into business and real estate but seriously questioning its impact on her sanity.
She even warned the brother when he came home from work that she was in a bad mood and clarified it was nothing to do with him.
Add to these major problems the minor ones that my retractable leash broke half way to the park so I had to be hooked up with Jaws for a speedy return plus the fact that Ma’s new water tight boots sprung a leak and you can tell that reality isn’t always as you’d dreamed it might be.
Yesterday we were all watching the Netflix special about Bill Gates when Jaws went for the Nyla I was gentle chewing.
We then simultaneously went for each others throats.
No one was injured but all the humans started yelling.
It is totally unfair that they always blame me.
That hound entices and provokes me but I’m always seen as the attacker and she the victim.
Anyway in order to avoid the outbreak of a complete melt down, which is what Bill is committed to along with inexpensive toilets and no more polio, I sucked up to the beast.
I like that Bill he is smart like me and he can’t stand Elon either. Shame he was friends with that Epstein though.
I’m lying here beside Mom snoozing and reflecting on the year that’s past.
We lost several dear loved ones who can never be replaced but also had some beautiful new arrivals and three weddings to bring us joy.
Dad made stellar progress and was freed from the oxygen machine so much so that he is now back to all normal household duties.
The bro also made steps forward and went from pizza maker to oil changer to trainee mechanic. So he is definitely moving in the right direction.
Ma had some successes at the tearoom but many stresses too.
She said she had had so much to worry about that she was going to stop worrying about weight and enjoy food and fizz. Alas that was not a sound strategy as she is now so fat she’s creaking and she doesn’t enjoy that at all. It’s amazing how much weight humans can gain in a year! So she is resolved that action must be taken to roll back the scales and prevent further damage to her ancient body and it’s joints.
Speaking of mechanical failures we had several. First, there was the AC that blew up during a heat wave in June and was replaced by the new HVAC that ground to a halt so spectacularly on Christmas Day not to mention the need for a new car. These issues are all resolved and we are now in possession of new and improved powerhouses. We can only imagine how people who are financially strapped would deal with this. Fortunately we are not.
Finally of course there is my relationship with Jaws that has not improved one paw. She is a hateful monster but given mothers renewed commitment to fitness I fear I may have to make strides towards tolerance.
Have you, like me, resolved to retain your perfection into the New Year?
Or do you, like the grumpy Grey Gizz and my Granny, have resolutions to implement.
If his exercisingmore entailed taking a hike and never coming back I would be the happiest Pitty in paradise.
It’s unlikely to happen though.
He knows only too well what side his bread is buttered on cuddling in with Granny every night.
There again maybe that’s why he such a mean nasty tempered old goat. That might improve if she cuts the wine and snacks in half and sleeps better.
Wishing y’all ever happiness.
Remain resolute and dedicated to me and my mantra of living life to the fullest. Oh and if you haven’t got one yet get a dog even it’s an old stinker like Scooby.
Ma has been inspired by the oft seen cover of SPARE to take up close photos of Jaws and me.
Of course having just recently been chez le coiffeur I look amazing while Jaws looks a tad sad.
Not only is the SPARE giving rise to portraiture at our kennel he is also in my mothers dreams.
This is the most recent. It’s a mix between the Tudor Twelve Days of Christmas that we watched yet again, Escape to the Château DIY show and the fact that the Bless This House sign at the tearoom fell of the wall yesterday and broke into two piece.
H@M are on set in a program where a very old castle is being restored by an old man who is an English historian. H is told to hold this very old chimney mantle that’s carved from very dark wood. He drops it and it shatters into pieces. The historian goes bonkers and starts yelling at him. Meanwhile M smiles her smile but as is the case in dreams you know she’s thinking it’s time to leave this show.
Interpret as you will but isn’t it amazing the details you can remember from your slumbers.
I was sitting warming my butt by the space heater yesterday morning when Ma utters the precious words « let’s go Scoob ».
I couldn’t believe my ears.
So off we went into the big blue yonder singing along to U105.
We took a hard stop just before the turn for the tearoom and she swung me into a new beauty salon called wait for this Top-Knots.
They specialize in curly canines especially those who go for groomers.
You know what it was AWESOME. I loved it and I was as good as gold and am all set for the new year with a beautiful tartan scarf that Robbie Burns would be proud of.
I even got a before and after on Top-Knots website. Don’t I look gorgeous, handsome and some pup and guess what?
When we got home we found the technicians had been to our house and our heating was back in operation!
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