Insulted and miffed, that is putting it mildly, Miss Penny speaking.
Most of you know that I am not just a dog, I am convinced that a considerable part of my genes are human. I have a job title author assistant to Susan the author. Yes, obvious but I need to make myself clear. Yesterday Susan released her new book In the Wake of Sophie’s War a time for celebrations, all our—please note—OUR, work has come to fruition.
The writing, the editing, proofing, cover design, formatting and publishing, a big job and Susan’s assistant, that is moi, of course assists at all these stages but, did I get a mention in the newsletter? NO! Not one word! Take a gander, that means take a look, as author assistant I learn some interesting words. Seriously read it, I am not mentioned.
Do you have any idea how bored and ignored I feel when Susan is writing ? Then I have to listen to the stories, that part is fun, but it interferes with playing ball, walks and naps. And not one thank you, can you believe that? No extra treats or cuddles. So I will sulk. If I chewed things, which I don’t, I’d chew Susan’s new sneakers. Yuck! They taste horrible. I never understood why dogs chewed smelly shoes.
Oh, now I have Susan’s attention! A good thing too. She just picked me up and cuddled me and whispered, “Miss Penny, I am so sorry I didn’t thank you. I will make it up to you, I promise.”
What do you think it’s worth? I’m thinking double the walks, extra liver treats, my favourite. Oh, and no visits to the groomer. I’m looking untidy so I doubt I’ll get the last one. But, I do feel better.
All for now with licks and hugs