Overworked, Underpaid

That's what I am. I'm overworked and don't get enough kibble for it.

She took me to the mall on Sunday. Or I took her...

Anyway, she and the kid decided it was time for a haircut. Since a trip to the mall means a ride in a cab, I wasn't excited about it. I don't mind riding in some cars, but a a lot of cabs have leather seats. Leather seats mean sliding dog. I don't like it. I'm not into thrill rides of any kind.

So we went to the mall and laid--layed? We hung out in Starbucks for awhile. That's all fine for her. She drinks coffee, she gets a donut, it's all right for her. for me, I'm laying around on a stone floor listening to loud noises, inhaling more coffee fumes than any one dog should, and there's not the first crumb anywhere around.

After that, we went to the hair cut place--where it seems they got their floor advice from Starbucks. It didn't smell like coffee, but I'm not at all sure there weren't dead bodies in some sort of preservative liquid. That's what it smelled like. Dogs are sensitive to smell. You'd think J would keep that in mind.

Maybe I'm just being a whiner--after all, she only does this twice a year. The lady said she was cutting off four inches of hair. I go through a lot of hair, but that's more than I ever want to part with.

And by the way--she looks the same to me.

We got a better cab on the way home. it had soft, non slippy seats. That was better, but the grocery guy was there when we got home. He was really early and forgot the coupons. That put J in a grouchy mood. After that, she wouldn't even give me a milk bone.

Well, she did, but it took her long enough to get to it. And they're the small ones. I'm a big dog. Don't I deserve a big milk bone?

Then we get to work on Monday and the OT guy wants to know if J will take them across this big highway so he can see how blind people do that, so he can try to teach her student. With and without the dog, he says.

Asks.

Whatever. I'm not just THE DOG.

So then, J tells him she CAN do it, but she's not leaving me alone somewhere (or at home) just so he can see. She tells him we'll take the walk next week and in the meantime, they can get an O&M specialist if they want to do it without a dog present.

At first I was all fired up. Way to stand up for me J!

And then I realized--she's just volunteered me to slog across some huge highway, risking life and limb, just so the other guy can say he did it.

No, I don't get paid enough for this.

Nope.

See you later. I have to go pout now.

Cosmo