Back here at the family dog sitters, that is, me, Squidge the dog. I have been asking if there’s been any blogging since I last visited and understand there’s been none, really. It’s obvious that not only I am on this earth to receive belly rubs but I am also an inspiration in writing circles. If I were a girl I’d be a muse.
I’m just here for a few days but have things pretty much as I like ’em. All centred around me. At least there’s no snow and big rigamarole around putting on boots and doggie jackets. It is Halloween though and I have a costume but my owners forgot to bring it over so I’m not dressed. I was going to be a lobster.
I’m on high alert for the doorbell to ring. There have been about 20 trick or treaters here-a good number for this area they say. I bark when the bell rings but really am happy to see the people on the other side of the door. They have treats and I bark because I want them to give me a treat, I like treats but they just take treats and don’t give any. Sigh.
In the last group of 5 or 6 little people I was there to greet them, as usual. One little girl said “I like your dog!” (I get that all the time) and another smaller girl said ” I have a dog!!” and her brother said “You don’t have a dog, you have a cat.”.
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