I Am a Little Bit Concerned and Jealous

Taz- Warner Brothers & Looney TunesOkay, I admit, I am a little bit concerned and jealous. My first alter-ego is about to come out in fighting mode.  For the past two years and two months I have been the top dog around here. That means 24/7 attention and affection, except when we are sleeping or Mom is away from the house.

Last week things changed drastically. In fact, I haven’t seen much of her even though she is here. She has been holed up in the library/file area of her office. Sure, I can run back there and stand in front of her with my sad-woo-is-me look and she will stop pitching papers and files to pick me up for a few minutes.

Of course that is the same library/file area where those out-of-print books live and I don’t like spending much time there, hence she remembers my faupaw. Seriously, how is a pup suppose to know such things?

I have my masterpiece poor puppy look (I mastered that one the first week I was here and it works every time) that will stop her in her tracks instantly. Then she will turn off the lights, move to another room and it is “all about me-Titan time.”

What I’m not understanding is where the need to throw out files with a vengeance and where her burst of energy came from.  I’ve listened to enough soap operas to know that kind of behavior usually means a huge change is coming soon, if you get my drift. But that can’t be right in this case, she is never out and about long enough and too even notice that kind of change coming straight at her. So it must be the beads.

Thousands of them, in every type of drawer, basket and storage container known to dog or mankind. To me they look colorful and might be interesting to chase now and again, although I’m sure that would come with some consequences. Most of them are so small they would not be fun to play with, so the only other option would be licking them. Yuk! Maybe not – it would be like licking sand or gravel.

Oh, and did I mention the books and magazines? Hundreds of them to paw through while they are still lying on the floor. I know enough at this point to not chew on the books, but the magazines – those could be interesting. Some of them are well seasoned, I noticed a 2004 date on them. Seriously, who keeps stuff this that long?

I’m getting a “lot” jealous of all this stuff invading my office. I just don’t understand it at all. Mom better come up with some serious loving and attention pretty soon.

The time has come to do some serious research on the matter – and that means starting with her desk top sticky notes or maybe hitting a key or two on her keyboard and seeing where that takes me. Great, the sticky notes have lots of writing on them that I don’t understand, but most have the word dog on them. As for the computer – I hit dog dirt! Lots of doggies, all kinds of doggies and all of them have the word bead under the photos and listings.

Time for more digging around on the desk. Hum, now here is something interesting. Looks like she has drawn a necklace with dog bones. Here’s another one – this one looks like a collar with beads all over it. What’s this? A list of names, all starting with my name. Now I wonder what that is all about.

I asked Dad about it this afternoon and didn’t give me much information, but he did offer some sage advice.   “ Just wait until the UPS and FedEx trucks start showing up and you will understand. Oh, and Titan, I would think twice before chewing on or up any incoming boxes or catalogs.”  Darn, so I guess it is going to be a waiting game. In the meantime, here are a couple of the photos I found.

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Yuk, hack, ugh – hum, my guess that wasn’t a new catalog – it tasted a bit moldy. Here’s a thought – maybe that is why it was in a stack marked trash. Okay, time to sit here and look innocent.

“Titan, come back here and look at this magazine with me.” Ahhhh, music to my ears, she wants me, she still loves me. When we look at magazine pages together, she flips the pages and I chew on the corner of the pages. Now that is what I call teamwork.

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