BARKING AT THE SUN, HOWLING AT THE MOON, AND SNIFFING THE EL!
Whew, the days have become sultry-steamy around the condo building and my daytime walks are getting cut shorter and shorter-and, I hate to say it but, dull. Nothing personal to Moolie, but she's sort of doing the In-'n-Out, and I don't mean the burger place. We dash to the grass, take a quick spin in the park and back inside. To be fair, I don't protest as I know she will give me ice cubes when we return. What, you think I just eat fab doggie treats all day long? Please. A girl's gotta watch her neckline, waistline, legline.
Myrtle and her little snip were out today and they seemed to be in a hurry, so it isn't just us. We didn't interact and I was bummed about that as I just refuse to give up trying to play and be buds. Guess the heat makes us all a little testy.
Oh, on a high-note, I did see the amazing, Tom, in the park the other evening. Guess what? He's getting a sib this weekend. So exciting for him. At least I think so, he's not saying and I'm not asking. I'm too busy flirting to go there. Well, I can't wait to meet the new kid and establish dominance. As the new kid is also a Boxer, I predict my dominance period to be incredibly short-lived, but rewarding.
Now, as my Mool does have a conscience, she seeks to find alternative perks for me on these steamy days. Have you ever spent any time in the elevator of a condo building bustling with mutts? Well, it's a fab concoction of delightful smells. It's absolute heaven inside a building. So, on our trips up and down and all 'round, I get to linger in the el, and explore and sniff until my heart is content. I won' t even try to tell you the pure joy this brings. It's just indescribable, but bliss.
Actually, all this being inside more than usual is fine by me 'cause it's pretty fun to hang outside on the balcony during the day and jump from chair to chair. Mool leaves the doors cracked so I can come and go at will, but she keeps a close watch (I glimpse her peeking out at me, but I ignore it 'cause I know she can't help herself),after all I am perched on a slab of concrete (or is it cement? what's the diff?) jutting out from a building ten flights up. There's no net down there either. Gosh, when I say it like this, it doesn't sound so groovy. Well, I will just have to shake that feeling off, because I'm not giving that up.
Nighttime on that little slab is even better, as Gaz and Moolie tend to hang out there with me. It's awesome, but I have a major complaint about the balcony activity. During the day, during the evening, whenever, I just adore barking, just an itty-bitty bit. I have to do it, there are just too many temptations out there. You would think it's some sort of major infraction the way the peeps react. It's all hushing me and warning me and making me go inside the condo. Drag. It's so cool to bark at the sun and howl at the moon and I think if my humans would just relax and join in, we could really make some sweet music out there. Sweet.
Even though the Diva can sometimes BARK up the wrong tree and does her share of BARKING orders (feed me, play with me, I'm here!) her BARK is definitely worse than her bite (she would never bite, goodness no). And besides, we can't get too out of sorts with her BARKING because she is, in fact, a little BARKER after all.
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I appreciate all the support, from one Barker to another, but I detect a bit of a slam in your comment. Well, to be honest, it makes me sound like a barking Diva...oh...never mind
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