He is done being ignored.
He is currently pacing around the living room, emitting a low mournful protest about how hard his life is. He has picked every toy out of his basket and proceeded to squeak or nudge them until they become uninteresting. He has pawed the sofas (I am laying on one, mom is sitting on the other) and chirped in complaint that there does not appear to be any room for him. (In the humans' defense, Dooley may be stumpy but he stretches out to an unnatural length when given a soft sofa to lounge on.)
Mom has a head cold from hell, I have...well...an insane job that sucks the life force from me. We are apparently boring in every possible way. (Of which I am totally fine with.)
So Dooley has requested that you give him full court sympathy as being the most woeful westie in the world. (And if you buy that one, I have a bridge in the desert I'd love to sell ya...)
6 comments:
Poor dog, nobody understands him.
Poor Dooley, how could anyone ignore something so cute?
Hang in there, Dooley!
Sweet little doodle-bug. Perhaps you need a baby sister to play with?
Awww...poor Doolie! It's so hard to be a dog. (Just ask mine. She'll tell you. Once she gets up off the sofa.)
Hahaha.....he knows when he has a good life --- now he just wants you to make it perfect by recognizing that he is the king!
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