I have come to the realization that the old adage "It's a Dogs Life" is true.
My little dog who will be seven this year is such a great friend, but she is quite lazy. She has several places in the house where she likes to nap, but she loves the pillow back chair in the living room the best and I can find her there most of the day. If she's feeling peppy, she will lay on the arm of the couch, where she has a good view of the outside world and wait for something or someone to walk by. She barks at the squirrels and the birds in the tree and tells me in no uncertain terms if someone is near the house. She will run from window to window and to the front door all the while growling and barking as if to say. "I'M DANGEROUS, SO DON'T YOU TRY TO GET IN". She feels that it is her doggly duty to inform me of anything that comes within five feet of the house.
Her name is Penny Lane and she is three quarters Maltese and a quarter Yorkshire Terrier. She is spoiled rotten of course. She has loads of toys. She loves those soft toys with a squeakier in them, but as soon as she gets one she works very diligently to remove it, so needless to say, there is stuffing all over the room until she finally succeeds.
I bring Penny to the groomers only once a year, because she has a terrier coat, it doesn't tangle and is easy to manage. I had her groomed last week and she looked so darn cute that I just had to take her picture.
The phrase "It's a Dog's Life" use to suggest the need to accept the existential fact that things are hard, but now the idea is that dogs have it easy, and so "It's a Dog's Life" equates to 'how cushy'!
