A Dog's Life

I guess you could say I'm a primadonna. Who can't love my adorable face, beautiful silky blonde hair, and four of the sexiest legs you've ever seen.

What's that? You say I'm a dog? How dare you! The correct term is canine, thank you very much. I can strut my stuff better than any rottweiler, let me tell you. And though I may burp like a male, or drip when I drink from my water bowl, I'm as dainty as any female.

There is this guy that has been living under my roof for the past year or two. He is Eli, a Lancashire Heeler (gotta love those Brits) and though he is small, he's got the firmest muscles I've seen. I could just lick him up! Well I do, but mostly on his muzzle or ears.

Eli can be a pain sometimes. I'll be ready for my nap, curled up and comfortable in my bed, and the stinker will have the nerve to come up to me and nuzzle my neck and get all playful. What do I do? What any female would do...I snap at him and tell him that I need my beauty rest! I think by now he has learned, but occasionally he'll do it just to pester me.

On the other hand, Eli is a romantic. Sometimes when we play, he'll be very gentle with me, and rest his head on my leg or nuzzle at my ear. I love that!

I've always been a mommy's girl, and whenever I see her give attention to Eli, boy do I get jealous, and make it known with my bark. Most of the time it works, and Mommy will give me the attention I crave.

But you want to know who my favorite human is? None other than Mark! Whenever I see him my face lights up and tail goes out of control. My favorite thing to do is kiss his face all over. He is the only human who doesn't seem to mind my slobber. Well, as they say, I'm man's best friend...