IT’S A DOG’S LIFE … AND IT’S NOT EASY!

  It’s not easy being the glamorous Mademoiselle Renee. Sure, I get a lot of attention as part of the dynamic duo of Rob and Renee, but head pats on the street won’t buy you many Liver Snaps these days.

And actually, Rob will deny it, but he is getting old. He makes excuses for not going for a walk. It’s too hot to go out one day, and then it’s to cold to go out the next.

Then there’s his endless babble. He talks and talks and talks to me. As if my sole purpose is to listen to his inner thoughts and desires. You can’t imagine how bad it got during the recent election campaigns. “Did you hear what that idiot just said‽” Yes, he actually talks with interrobangs, and then he expects me to sympathize with him by sitting next to him with my head on his knee.  Come on man, go out and get a sex life!

Worst yet, is his singing! I don’t mind him playing his Casio keyboard, but when he turns it into a sing-a-long … enough already!!!  How many times to I have to listen to him pretending to be the Phantom or Prisoner 24601. Really, Rob, your boy soprano and chorus boy days are long gone. So I either just sit next to him or search through my toy box of torn, tattered and unstuffed stuff looking for something to chew on.

He just hates when I leave the toys spread out all over the floor and he has to pick them up again in order to vacuum the floor.

So, I just put up with him. If he gets too bad, I can always take a nap.