let's talk about the dog. his name is charger and, quite frankly, he bugs me.
i know he lived here for at least a year before i moved in, but miss ellis has known me for twice as long as she's known him. PLUS, i don't drool all over the carpet or splash water on the floor when i'm refreshing myself. i consider myself to be polite, well-read (we all know dogs just chew on books), and impeccably dressed. clearly, i am the superior pet.
but miss ellis doesn't see it that way. the moment she enters the door each night, that beast is jumping up and down, just begging for her attention. and she gives it to him. just gets right down on his level and lets him kiss all over her face. why would she even let a creature that spends so much time licking his nether regions get near her face!?! that is beyond me.
that dog is a camera hog. the two pictures i've had taken since i moved have included him. here's one of him invading my space the day i got here. normally i don't mind visitors, but the moment one tries to sniff MY nether regions, i deem him an unworthy acquaintance. good luck convincing me you're not so bad after all, buddy.
this next picture is one i cropped charger out of. in the original, you can see his long snout poking its way into the shot. honestly. don't i look just fabulous, though? see how nice i keep my coat? i bet you've never seen one quite as lustrous as this one. but, i dogress...er, digress...
anyway, i know that miss ellis loves me, but that dog is still in my way. if you have any suggestions as to how i can secure the position of #1 in her heart (and possibly rid the world of that meddling dachshund), i'd really like to hear them. you can tell me via comments or slide a little note into my cage. it's the big one on the hearth. you can't miss it.