I’ve tried to be a veeeeeeery good girl this year. I can explain…
I didn’t mean to antagonize the cats. It just happened. When Turco sits on the back of the couch and swats at me as I walk by it’s hard to ignore him. When I’m laying down in the kitchen and he walks by and yowls, I can’t help but get up to find out what he’s doing. (I mean…someone’s got to check on the poor old man.)
I really didn’t mean to jump on anyone, either. How’s a girl supposed to give a proper hello if she can’t see a person’s eyes? I refuse to sniff “there” as my greeting.
I tried so hard not to beg at the table. Maman’s cooking is just so amazing. It would be rude to not ask for a taste just to confirm what we all already knew.
I know I wasn’t supposed to get in the pool this summer. Technically, it was just the first step, which doesn’t really constitute “the pool”. It was soooooo hot. I’m sure you’ll let this one slide.
I can’t help but want to sit on the couch with Papa. He gives such amazing belly rubs – and I’d hate to inconvenience him by making him bend down to do it. It’s just better for both of us if I’m up there with him.
I know the gossiping wasn’t my finest move this year. If the fences weren’t in the way we could share news in a normal “six inch sharing” voice. It’s hard to adjust your volume when you don’t even know if the neighbors are there and listening. I just wanted to make sure the had the latest news about the comings and goings of the neighborhood.
I’d appreciate it if you could please focus on all the good I did this year… because I really did try to be the very best dog I could be.