I knew she would crack.
Last I reported she was already driving me up the banana tree with all the peace globe writing, holed up in her room for days trying to scratch out a post and pimp the peace; I've had it! I told her so, too, and thought that was the end of it. She sulked when I yelled at her and went for a manicure. I knew that would get her out of the Castle for awhile.
Do I know her or what???
Then Red Tie Guy entered the picture a couple of weeks ago. And my dog life became a living blell!! That's blog + hell for all you non-blog speakers.
She even changed my wardrobe without asking me!!! I have to wear the stupid thing all.the.time. Even in the moat.
If I've told her once I've told her twice, do NOT trust a man or dog who wears a red tie.
Did she listen to my blogvice? That's Blog + dog + advice + ....oh never mind. Ummmm...that would be a no. I told her NOT to give him her phone number. Did she listen to me? NOoooo. You think she's in there writing peace prose? HA! She's texting "him" at all hours of the night when decent people ought to be asleep in their beds. I can't get any shut-eye at all in the Castle. She's imPOSSible. So it's RT this and RT that and what should I wear and does my hair look alright and tell me if I sounded stupid on the phone and do you suppose you could be an alibi when my mother calls Friday night so I don't have to tell her about Mr. Tie?
I wish she'd go back to peace globes.
At least I had all of you to talk to.