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I won’t take time and space apologizing for the dearth of blog entries…suffice it to say Grandma has been occupied with other
endeavors. But as this season of thanks and giving approaches, I did
convince her that my loyal readers need to hear from me.
Tomorrow we travel to East 13th Street for our day of celebration, to the home of my male human alter ego, the man I referred
to many blogs ago as “an oak of a man” (May 5, 2009), his wife, and
bulldog Otis. The plan is to enjoy the fruits of Rachel’s magnificent
culinary skills while lounging about in pajamas (not Lizzie and I) and
drinking adult beverages. This is an outstanding plan from a pug’s point
of view and one which I wholeheartedly applaud. Drinking plus eating on
a couch equals sloppy, careless behavior (on the part of the humans),
which leads to great rewards for vigilant and alert pugs.
Which brings me to Otis. He is a beast of an English bulldog physically, but a timid pussycat emotionally…a disgrace to all canines.
I, however, discovered soon after meeting him, that with only a look
and a threatening growl, I had the power send him running while
simultaneously vomiting. Can you imagine my shock and satisfaction when I
first witnessed his response? Now, whenever we meet, I immediately
recreate this phenomenon. I know, you think I am behaving badly and
immaturely. And yes, you are correct but the pleasure it gives is second
only to acquiring food surreptitiously. I am already beside myself
thinking about the joy tomorrow will bring to this old pug.
I am thankful for: spending time with a real man, Matt, cadging treats and scraps from the feast, teasing Otis until he barfs
repeatedly, and ignoring Lizzie. I hope all of you, dear readers, have
an equally bounteous day.
Here I am...a truly magnificent speciman.