Well, they exposed me to THAT DOGGY again, Mya. Yes, THAT one above looking so cutesy-pootsy.
She comes over here with her parents to dinner and wiggles around all over the place and when mama picks up a lemon that fell from our tree, she goes bananas, thinking it’s the tennis ball that mama throws for her sometimes and then mama get the ball and throws it and she practically eats the whole thing and her mama says, oh, boy, don’t let her get hold of THAT or she’ll rip it to shreds and eat it and then when she…well, let’s not go there. And then she does some more adorable wiggles, back and forth, back and forth, and looks up winningly with her little darling muzzle grinning and then she looks at me as if, “HEY, are you going to pay attention to me or WHAT?” And then I look bored but actually I am a bit interested, having never seen another animal except the doggy next door and a couple of kitties who try to come into MY garden and I give them what for!!!
So then she runs back and forth, back and forth from the couch to her mama as if to say, “Hey, what’s with this Loulou that she won’t chase the tennis ball with me (or by now, the soccer ball–indestructible) and why is she so doggone STUCK UP?”
And I think, “Ha, ha, ‘doggone’, that’s a good one, Mya, but I don’t tell her because then she’d think I was thinking about playing with her, which I’m NOT, but sort of. I want her to play with MY toys, but she couldn’t give a farthing.”
More cute wiggling and wagging.
Then she actually FOLLOWS me around the living room trying for a face-off, and I let her, because, well, I love attention.
Maybe on the next visit we’ll reach new heights of friendship and I’ll actually let her up on the couch to hang with me.
In your dreams, Mya.
CIAO! AU REVOIR! See you soon…haha.
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WITH RUCKUS THE ESKIE
OMC…Loulou, we absolutely love the expression on your face in that final photo. Mom cannot stop laughing at that and your descriptions of Mya. Thanks for some great laughs as well as hopping with us. You are a character! XOCK, Lily Olivia, Mauricio, Misty May, Giulietta, Fiona, Astrid, Lisbeth and Calista Jo
Thank you for seeing deep into my soul. That doggy does stir up some unusual emotions…
You are very brave, Loulou, to almost rub shoulders with a visiting doggy. We have to. We live in the same house, but you have a choice. So you are brave.
At least you stayed in the same room, that was very nice of you.
Yes, well one has to mind one’s manners, no?
MOL You looked like you were ’bout to give her da whacky paw in one of those fotos LouLou. Bet she woulda backed off then huh? MOL Hope ya’ll can find a happy middle ground and enjoy each other’s company. But she does need to member dat you are a cat and as such you will always be a queen and she your subject. MOL
Luv ya’
Dezi
Well, luv ya’ back because you, too, realize that kitties are QUEENS. Mya is awfully cute, wiggles and all, but not a cat so what’s to say?
Too, too darling.
I think Mya is my cousin, Annes’ baby!
Loulou you stole the show with your bad self!
Hugs.
Oh, you are such a flatterer. I do like stealing shows, you know how it is with kitties. And down deep I adore Mya. Do you know Anne? How lucky for you! Mama adores Mya, as you can plainly see, the traitor.