Girl's Friend

Girl's friend came over today. I love her. She stayed on our couch for a while when she had a rough patch. Something about a bad breakup...whatever that is. Either way. She seemed sad for a while. But I tried my best to cheer her up. She slept on the pull-out couch...which is in my sleeping area (anywhere other than the bedroom or bathroom)...so I sniffed her face when she slept, and liked to see if I could wake her up to feed me. Most of the time it worked. Except for one time.

Guy got up early to go to work. Girl's friend was sleeping in the living room. (FYI-there is no wall between kitchen and living room.) I don't know what time it was, but it was early...barely any sun was shining. Guy started to scoop my food from the bag and Girl's friend sat bolt-upright in bed and yelled "BEAUTY!!! NO!!!!! CAGE!!!". There are a few things wrong with this....aside from the fact that someone was yelling at me while I was having my one meal of the day.

1. She assumed that a well-trained, respectable dog like myself would eat from her food bag...when the food was not scooped into my bowl.

2. She yelled "cage". During the few weeks she stayed with us, she commonly referred to my bed or "kennel" as "cage". I haven't been in a cage since before I can remember. It's "kennel"...and "kennel" is a soft bed with lots of toys on it. Jerry is in my kennel. It's a happy place.

So, poor Guy had to quietly remind Girl's friend that he was awake. And that he was, indeed, feeding me....not that I was eating on my own volition out of the bag of dog food. I would never do that. I would never betray the trust that Guy and Girl have for me by eating the food that was not served to me.

But. I forgave Girl's friend. She'd had a rough time. I scarfed my food, then went and breathed the remnants into her sleepy face.

Girl is taking me out to pee soon, I better go. I hear her getting my leash ready.

Tail wag,

Beauty