It's a ruff life, I decided to let the 'stray' meet me after having had a fun stop over at my VBF Lemondrop's house. We had a girlie night painting our paw nails and dancing to the latest Zee's dance release download.
It's a shame I had to come back but I can't let the 'stray' get too comfortable here. I'm not letting it take MY place, that's for sure, NO WAY!
The 'stray' has a name it's Max; I think 'stray' suits him better. Besides what kind of name is that for a dog - it's way too short, lacks class and good breeding. I suppose in that case you could say it suits him.
My name is amazing; it's Bella, Rionetta, Thermapolina, Beckingham. I have an enormous pedigree of the world's most famous dogs. That's why I'm so awesome. Clearly I was born awesome.
I could accept a male pedigree dog that had fallen on hard times but this stray is scruffy and has a scar across his right eye - clearly a fighting dog. Well I'm going to find a way of getting rid of him. I'll give him such a hard time that he'll just leave.
I forgot to mention that he also smells of unwashed dog and he has the most horrible nasty habit - he wipes his mouth along the wall after he's eaten his food - YUCK and double YUCK. I'm going to make sure that Maria, our housekeeper knows about this; she'll go mental and complain to Lord Alfred about him. He'll soon be gone, YEAH!
I'm just off to see what other things I can do to make his life totally miserable why he's here. I'll let you know how I get on. I'll even start a calender and cross off the number of days it takes me to get rid of him. I bet I do it in under 7 days.
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