Sigh Like You Mean It

All names have been removed to protect the opinionated and the not-so-opinionated…


My people really love each other. They love each other almost (ALMOST) as much as they love me. Cool, right?

But sometimes I don’t understand them. They frustrate me.

I often don’t know what they are talking about. Doesn’t seem important to me.

“Turn the tv off. Stupid political ads.”

“No, I did not wash your favorite red sweater and shrink it.”

“I did turn the heat down at night. I don’t know how the heat bill got so big.”

“Yes, the dog is wet. It’s raining out. Of course, I will dry her with the towel before I let her on the sofa.”

See, not really important. They sometimes talk all evening long. BORING (unless it’s about me, walking around the neighborhood, car rides or cheese).

The other night, one didn’t want to listen to any more from the other.

“I’m going to bed. We can talk about this later.”

One person headed upstairs and one remained on the sofa. Talking away - pontificating (oooooh, big word for a dog) on their favorite subject at the moment. Not coming with us.

When I reached the landing, I looked back and sighed - really, really loudly.

I hate that. When it’s time for bed - it’s time for all of us to go to bed. That’s how I like it. That’s how it is supposed to be. PERIOD.

“Did the dog just ‘Bitch’ me out? Why?”

“Hmmmm. Yes, I think she did. She wants you to come to bed.”

“Oh, ok. Be right there.”

See. You don’t have to be big in size or a human to have opinions and get your point across.

^ . . ^  Woof!

It's Nap Season!

Diana gets up in the morning at 6:00am - all year long. Especially in the Spring.  Especially in the warmest part of the year. But even in the dark. Even in the rain. Even in the snow.

Hello? Are you kidding me?

I’m like the sun. I’m up early in the morning and stay up until late at night all Spring and Summer. Spring and Summer naps are always on top of the blankies, usually on the pillows.



Favorite Warm Weather Nap Location

Fall and winter? Yuuuuuuck. By late September I’m done in. Worn out. Ready to hibernate and rejuvenate. Ready to start Nap Season.

The never ending circles of the seasons play out in my sleep patterns. As it gets colder and colder, I burrow deeper and deeper into the bed, slipping down onto the mattress with just my head on a pillow. Probably doesn’t help that my sweet belly and legs are virtually naked and I get shivery really easily.

That's about the last time my people will see all of me when I'm napping.  From this point on, I’ll make an entrance in the morning for breakfast and a bit of play before Diana leaves and reward my people with my presence for dinner and some sofa surfing in the evening. But any other time, this is where you can find me.

Just my face peeking out from my down blankie

My new address is:

          Miss Pish Posh
          Girl Room Bed
          Sleepytime Lane
          Seattle, WA

See you in the Spring!

Rest In Peace, Ruger

I just learned that Ruger, one of my friends from DogBook, has passed away.  


I am very sad for his people, Max, Chloe and Mr. B.    


I wish them all the comfort his memories will bring when time heals and they are able to look back.


Travel well as you cross the bridge, new friend.  Travel well.