At Petsmart

Petsmart poop:
Daddy took me and the Little Crying Thing to Petsmart today. We all stood outside for some 20 minutes. Apparently we were waiting for me to pee. But I couldn't and wouldn't. So Daddy took me and the Little Crying Thing, who got to ride in a stroller, inside.

I got all excited and sniffed and explored and then I couldn't hold it in anymore so I peed and pooped inside the store.

Daddy wasn't pleased.

Then he dragged me to the grooming section. I didn't want to go in but he pulled me across the floor and, as always, I slid across the floor and was sheparded inside.

But then, Daddy left me there. He and the Little Crying Thing LEFT the store.

And I was left there all alone, having my paw-dicure and ear cleaning.

Eventually then returned (I had to tap my tail for a long time waiting for them to come) and we went home.

Bonding with the Crying Thing
Then we were watching TV. The Little Crying Thing was sitting in Daddy's lap. I jumped on the couch to get close to Daddy. And that's when the Little Crying Thing leaned over and petted me. Not once or twice, but three times. And each time he giggled. He had never petted me before.

I licked him in approval.

Mommy later said she wished she was there to see that.

Cookies

Even when I want to resist Mommy and get my way, she always manages to trick me and get me to do what she wants me to do.

Cookies are her secret weapon. I guess I'm really Mommy's girl. She likes cookies too. I try to resist them, but when she waves a cookie at me, even if I'm sound a sleep, I still wake up and do her bidding.

She usually makes me either come inside from the yard, or lure me up the stairs into the bedrooms and then puts a gate up so I can't come back down again.

I used to be allowed to sleep on my chaise lounge or my leather couch in the living room, but those privileges got taken away last year, when I peed one too many times on the carpet.

I mean I would ask Mommy and Daddy to let me out, but what was I supposed to do if they didn't hear me or were sound asleep in the middle of the night. I just had to go.

So now, they make me sleep upstairs in the bedroom with them and put a gate up so I can't go back down and pee on the carpet.

I love to sleep by Mommy's and Daddy's feet on the bed, but sometimes I year to be able to be by myself on the couch. But instead all I can do is go and sleep on the bed in the spare bedroom or the bathroom floor.

And all this because of cookies.

My new parfume

I had found the perfect scent today, even though I wallowed in it for just a short bit --- until Mommy forced Daddy to give me a bath.

The Little Crying Thing, Daddy and I went on the trail, through the woods. This was the first time that the Little Crying Thing came along. Usually it's just Daddy and me. It's our special time together.

I was running around and darting back and forth like I usually do when a delicious scent caught my nose. I went to explore. It was a carcass of some sort. It smelled so good I just had to roll in it. Finally, my cover would be complete. The wild bassets of yore would be quite proud of me and my find, I thought.

But then Daddy caught up with me and forced me off the carcass, like he usually does when I roll in something that I'm not supposed to be in (according to his rules).

When we got home, he left me on the porch the whole afternoon -- to air out. He said I was too dirty to come in.

Then Mommy came home. She would barely hug me. She said I was stinking and was afraid that I was carrying some germs. Germs, shmrms. But she still forced Daddy to give me a bath (he was going to pet me down with wet naps, which would've been preferable to me).

She tricked me with a cookie to the bathroom.

After it was all done, I was sent back out on the porch to dry off. (But before that I still managed to rub myself against the leather couch to dry off)

Now Mommy says I'm all silky clean, but that I still stink.

But I can't smell it any more. It was the best scent ever.

The Chess Piece Mystery

As we were returning from our regular weekend walk to Starbucks and all, Daddy discovered a chess figure in the driveway.

And once Mommy confirmed that she had no clue how that piece wound up on the driveway, suspicion turned toward me. Like I was to blame. Daddy concluded that I stole the piece from the basement, hid it in my mouth and then dropped it in the driveway.

I said nothing since he wouldn't understand. Things aren't as simple as he assumes them to be.

How could I explain to him that it wasn't me, but my imaginary friends who stole the piece and carried it to the driveway.

But it's always poor Posa who gets blamed for everything!

Otherwise, the walk was OK. There were lots of things to smell along the way but Daddy kept pulling the leash and wouldn't let me sniff things as much as I wanted to.

CinderPosa

Ever since the Little Crying Thing took residence in my household, it's seems that Mommy and Daddy have forgotten about me. Although someone has been home every day, since the Crying Thing arrived, nobody has been paying attention to poor Posa.

It's like in those cartoon and novels where a poor waif is sent to live under the stairs and is thrown a meager piece of bread every now and then.

I don't know what I've done to deserve this.

And even today, Mommy's friend came to visit with her own Crying Thing and I was trying to be a good girl and a good hosterss by hovering and licking the visitors to show them that I like them and that I'm exicted that they are here. But instead Mommy kept shooing me away and in the end she locked my up on the porch. It was like a 100 degrees outside with full humidity. That was mean of Mommy.

Then later Grandma came with her friend to visit. I thought they were coming to visit me, but no, apparently they were here to see the Little Crying Thing, who in the meantime had gone to bed.

So I put on my most playful face and did everything I could to get the friend to play with me. I hovered around her, licked her, try to jump in her lap, etc...But no, they all kept shooing me away.

So I stole Mommy shoes (because that usually always works) to get her to try to play with me. But no she ignored me. She again had put me out on the porch (this time it was cooler outside, but still).

It just seems that nobody cares about poor Posa anymore. Everyone ignores Posa.

Strange Things

As I already mentioned, Mommy spent the whole spring home with me --- although she seemed to be paying more attention to the Crying Thing than to me. Still it was nice to have her home and be able to cuddle against her legs all day long, especially when it was cold outside.

Then Grandpa stayed home with me for two weeks. Although he again seemed to be preoccupied wtih The Crying Thing, but still.

And now this week, Daddy's been home. He's more fun. He's my favorite (although I love Mommy and Grandpa). Daddy, me and The Crying Thing have been going out for a walk every day. Well, actually just yesterday and today.

Yesterday I obeyed and walked nicely. But today, I wanted to sit around and enjoy the street smells and sounds. Daddy wasn't too pleased with my pauses.

And then The Crying THing started crying and we had to rush home. Something about changing stinky diapers.

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The Great Cheese Game

My new friend Laura came over and showed Mommy and Daddy how to play the cheese game with me. (Although today Mommy played the cheese game with a beef jerky stick).
Here is how it goes:
Laura shows me the cheese. I need to figure out what to do to the get cheese. When I get it right her fingers make a clicky sound and she throws me a piece of cheese.
Then she would start asking me to sit. When I would put my butt on the ground, she would click her fingers and give me the cheese. It was very exiting and I was very eager to play the game so I kept sitting all the time, even if she didn't say anything. But she woudln't give me the cheese then.

So, Mommy and Daddy (really just Mommy) started playing the cheese game with me for two weeks. I got it right almost every time. I would put my but down on the floor, Moomy would click fingers and give me the cheese.

But then Laura came back again to play the cheese game. Except this time she changed the rules on me. She didn't want me to put my butt on the floor but actually lay on the floor. And she kept saying a different word "down" It took me some time to figure it out, but then I did and I was very eager to play and get as much cheese as possible, so I kept laying down. Except she wouldn't give me extra cheese.

So this evening Daddy first played the cheese game with me where I had to lay down on the floor to get the cheese. It was fun.

But then Mommy decided to play as well, but with beef jerky not the cheese. So knowing what to expect I started laying down right away. Except that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted my butt on the floor but me laying on the floor.

Now I"m so confused. It seemed to me that they are trying to pull a fast one on poor Mariposa. And all I want is cheese.