Ahrph-ph! Hello! It’s Maya, a good-doggy. That’s what Mama calls me most of the time. I live in the most beautiful and nice smelling doggy house in the whole neighbourhood. There’s quite a few dogs in our pack – Mama, Papa, Uncle, my brother Meeshka and a mean and treacherous cat, Mimi (she scares poop out of me). We also had another of Mimi’s kind. She was pretty like a sugar bone, for she was so white, and didn’t mess with me or my brother very much, but one day she just disappeared, vanished. And we never seen her since. Her name was Claudia, and Mama and Papa seem to get awful upset when talking about her. She was a topdog: she slept on the bed, always got her treats first, and Papa called her “princess” whatever that means. She could roam anywheres she wanted, even into the bigworld outside the fence. On her OWN. Without a leash. That must a been fun! Meeshka and I are not allowed into the bigworld without the leash. It is because we are “rascals,” which means we are very good dogs. Too good to be left alone outside the fence. We snuck out once and had fun chasing a pesky squirrel that lives in the tree next to our house. Mama ran out the gate and was so ascared, I thought she was going to drop to the ground she looked so pale. So I came to her and gave her a kiss saying “ No need to be ascared by this awful squirrel, I can protect you.”
After Claudia disappeared, Mimi thinks she can be a topdog. She now sleeps on the bed with Mama and Papa, gets her treats first and is free to go anywheres she wants. But she doesn’t use her freedoms very wisely and stays close to her food dish. Meeshka and I could a think of lots of ways if we had that kind of luxury – we are so good at it.
Especially Meeshka. He can be prrr-r-retty grrr-r-rouchy sometimes, but he’s so verr-r-y smart. Uncle calls him “genius,” because Meeshka is so good at stealing his socks and underwear, and the door to Uncle’s room is shut most of the time. I guess it just means “thief.” Mama says that Meeshka is a cross between a sheltie and a badger. I never seen a badger, I wish I could. I only seen a little guy with spikes when we went for a walk. It was hiding in a culvert and smelled awesome, like a squirrel, but different. Papa calls it “porcupine” and doesn’t think it is a good idea to chase after it. I wish we could catch it sometime.
I gotta go now, there are duties I must attend to. Keeping squirrels and magpies out of our backyard is not easy. See’ya laterrrr!!