It's A Dog's Life
By Trixie

Hi - Trixie here. Georgia's gone to work so I figure, "Hey…why shouldn’t I be able to use the computer when she’s not here, am I right?” I mean the way she hogs it, you would think she owned this joint. Speaking of joints, excuse me a minute… “Darn flea! Death to you!”

Okay…I’m back. Did I tell you I love to write? No? Well I do. As a matter of fact, all the articles on her homepage are written by…you guessed it…none other than Moi. Course she claims she did it all. Isn’t that soooo like her? Well anyhoo, I hope you liked them and if you get the chance, drop her a line and say how much you love TRIXIE’s articles. That should give her a start, heh? She deserves it too. I mean, it’s not easy living with her. You should see her when she is practicing one of her speeches in front of the mirror. It goes something like this… “Welcome! Bla…bla…bla…and my idea of a balance diet is a cookie in each hand…Yeah, like she’s ever been on a balanced diet. HA! It’s more like a Taco in each hand. “…And my costume was made by Enchanting Masquerade…” uh huh…and your hips by Nabisco, specifically a bag of Oreo’s while watching “Gone with the Wind” for the zillionth time. I mean come on people, Rhett ain’t coming back!

You know, I can live with her bad hair in the morning (a story in itself) and the fuzzy house shoes, and I can even overlook her dragon breathe when she leans over and gives me my morning hug, but would someone please tell me why I have to wait until she has her coffee before I get to go outside. I mean sheeeee doesn’t wait, so why should I? And another thing, what’s up with all that stuff she puts on her face? Everyday it’s the same thing, over the face, under the eyes, brush this on, brush that on. Then her majesty will turn around to me, look down and ask in that annoying baby voice she uses, “whatcha think Trix, does Mamma look beautiful now?” Every day…same thing. Well, I’m here to tell ya, in the first place, you ain’t my Mamma, and in the second place, somebody done lied to you girlfriend! Even with all that junk on you will still scare small children.

I will have to say though that all in all, living with a delusional, but somewhat happy person isn’t all that bad. On occasion, I have even found myself rather enjoying it. Course those are the days when the VCR is on the brink sooo…no “Gone With The Wind.” Usually, on those days me and the Queen just snuggle up on the couch and she grabs a good book to read and of course, her Oreo’s, while I, being the forgiving type dog that I am, I allow her to scratch my back and rub my belly. Hey…it’s a give and take world. I do what I can.

Uh oh…I just spotted the mailman and jumping jehosaphat, this is my lucky day! He’s actually coming to the door with some kind of package! Sorry…gotta run…if I can just lay here below this window and lunge at just the right moment…hehehe…that’s one postman who will be changing clothes…Man, I love this dog thing!

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