Everyone is being uncharacteristically nice to each other at the moment… particularly around me. I might be wrong but I’m sensing parent-guilt. I think that you might actually be contemplating another holiday without me.
Which can only mean one thing….
Do I need to remind you just how awful I smelt the last time you collected me from that dog farm?
The purchase of that new pink fluffy coat is suspicious too. It’s not that I don’t like it, it’s just that you’ve never bothered with a coat for me before. Which leads me to suspect that I must be going to a ‘resort’ where it’s cold at night. Please God, don’t let it be west of Sydney! Those, (shall we say) less pedigreed breeds, show little respect for the delicate nature and physiology of the Spoodle there.
Did you even think about who will give me my daily brush or my treats while I’m there, when you decided to sign my life away? You know how much Dad moans when my hair gets matted and I have to be clipped, or (heaven forbid) I begin to smell like a you-know-what?
I thought I had become a valued member of the family now, that I was above shared equal rights with Kurt and NC. I thought that you had gained as much from my addition to the family as I have. I have tried to make my transition from dog to human as easy as possible for you.
I share your bed – I always sleep between you both to keep you both warm.I eat your food – (even the muck that Mum produces sometimes when she’s stressed and forgets vital ingredients during the food shop). Mum even makes gravy for my food now and cooks extra for me sometimes, (especially when it is Spaghetti Bolognaise which she knows is my favourite). I saw that as acceptance.
I help with Kurt and his antics, to give you both a break now and then – I know that’s one of the reasons you adopted me in the first place. And I don’t think I’ve let you down in my duties there, have I? Do you have any idea how loud and annoying that boy can be? I mean, he wears me out! Like, he never stops talking. EVER! And he can’t even throw a ball straight – I’ve lost count of the times I’ve had to climb through muddy, tick-infested undergrowth to retrieve it. Those bushes in the courtyard can be a deathtrap and my coat often gets filthy, but do you ever hear me moan about it? And by the way, when you’re out, he never remembers to let me out to wee… (actually, you might want to check the spare room carpet).
I let Dad speak on my behalf in what he thinks is a ‘dog’ voice (loser!). It would be hard not to notice that you guys obviously have a bit of a communication problem these days, now that you’ve been married like, FOREVER, and I don’t mind being the go-between if it helps your relationship. I mean, I don’t want you getting divorced or anything (or I might end up with Kurt!) But it can be awkward, just saying, and for what it’s worth, I don’t have a lisp. Anyway, why can’t he speak to you in his voice?
I don’t even demand walks like other Spoodles. (Well, what would be the point?) I might do a bit of eye-balling, follow you about a bit, but I don’t scratch the doors or carpets or any of that manic shit that other lesser breeds do. I know about the rental bond – Dad goes on about it enough. Oh and by the way, that brown mark in Kurt’s room was NOT me – I think Kurt was trying to smoke chocolate or something.
Look, I really appreciate what you’ve done for me, guys, but if you want to treat me like a dog and put me in kennels, (call it a Pet Resort if you like, but we all know), while you go off and have a great time, I will have no alternative but to resort to the behaviors of a dog – behaviors I have managed to control in the four years we have lived together.
This is neglect.
Not be able to hold on as long as I can now – I might even need to go out in the middle of the night….and for more than just a wee.
Bark at anything and everything just to piss off your neighbors – just because I can.
I might give Kurt some of his own medicine – lets see how he likes being manhandled on a full stomach or being dressed in a tutu.
Start licking Mum again even though I’ve managed to stop such primitive, needy behavior because I know it really grosses her out.
NOT eat up my own vomit to prevent Mum freaking out about the carpet.
Demand two walks a day and start springing around uncontrollably like those ADHD Jack Russells.
Tell everyone how dysfunctional you all really are and report you to the RSPCA.
I’ve actually heard that Thredbo is quite nice at this time of year…..
The Spoodle Princess x
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