Saturday, 15 August 2015

Quibble and Bits



I wish Bob could understand me. Oh, sure, he knows when to take me for a walk. The signs are unmistakable. Be that as it may, I've been good. I haven't had an accident in the house in years. But I wish he could decipher my whines and growls. Sometimes I just want to be petted. You know - be shown a little doggie love.

Or when the water bowl is empty. Hey, Bob, more water please. I'm thirsty over here.

Bob wasn't always like this. He was far more affectionate and tuned into my needs before SHE came along. SHE made Bob pay me less attention because he paid way more attention to her.

And what's with the closed bedroom door. There was a time I had free passage into the bedroom and even slept up on the bed. I don't know what's going on in there but they can sure make a lot of noise. Meanwhile, I'm stuck in the kitchen with an empty water bowl.

I''m not alone. I've compared notes with my friends at the dog run and many have the same problem. You introduce a third person into the man and man's best friend equation and you start to wonder just who is man's best friend after all.

"Rex is looking out of shape, Bob" she said one day. "Maybe we should change his diet and buy him healthier dog food." Hey, who asked you lady? I'm quite content with my dry dog food supplemented by table scraps. You know what I'm saying?

Who would have thought? Look at me. I'm a shadow of my former self. Is it any wonder why I quibble over Kibble.

I wish she could understand me. Woof.

The prompt this week from Studio30+ is quibble/pettifog. Yeah, you heard me, pettifog.

No comments:

Related Posts Plugin for WordPress, Blogger...