I keep having to learn that Missy is a dog. A Malamute, no less.
I've been really sick recently and what do I get from the beast? An ounce of sympathy? Any consideration? Nuh-oh way in hell.
Her Excellency the Queen of the Universe expects to be walked and played with and if I've got my head in the toilet or am lying on the floor groaning the quiet groans of the moribund, well, that's just too bad. Up and at 'em! The Miss woooos and howls and whines and vocalizes up a storm to let me know her royal displeasure.
Does she come and give me a gentle hug or a bit of companionship? Fuhgeddaboudit. She's all about talking the neighbor into taking her for a run. This is an over-13-year-old dog who doesn't really run much anyway. But she does like her routine, and that includes being waited on paw and claw.
And? --- Missy out
