Friends in the hood
We learned that one of my very best human friends, Roberta, is moving near to where we live. Roberta is grand because she has taken care of me a lot when Joan leaves town with that box on wheels. She doesn't take care of me much anymore because Joan said she was studying really hard for a year or so and now she's a nurse and her hours can be unpredictable in that she might need to stay at work and then, who would let me go to the bathroom? or go for a walk?
In any case, Joan and I went for a walk this morning - in the rain which I didn't mind at all! - and we walked over to see Roberta's new digs. It was a nice enough place except for the sign in front that was advertising the rental and it said "NO PETS." I turned away with disgust. How could Roberta do that? I can't go over and say hi to her? Then I decided I would wiggle her to submission. I plan to go over there and stand outside in protest doing my best joyous body wiggle until Roberta HAS to come outside and acknowledge me - we'll just hang out outside all the time.
More important, how could the owner of the house decide that pets are bad?? Pets are the best. We lower people's blood pressure just by hanging out with humans - thus, there would be fewer heart attacks! Joan chimed in to tell me she's reading this book "Marley and Me" and she said Marley is the reason a lot of people would want "no pets" around. I guess that dog chews up everything including walls and his crate etc. etc. He didn't like thunderstorms. I don't either but I usually just cram my body near to Joan wherever she is, if she's home. Otherwise, I just shake a lot.
This morning, after our walk, I wanted to go outside to just survey my territory. Joan thought I was crazy since it was raining, but I really wanted to go out. So I sat on the stoop, surveying, and getting rained on. It was FINE. I saw the garbage truck come by - the man probably thought I was abused because I was outside in the rain but he doesn't know that I chose to be out there!