Penpals

You just would not believe what's just happened here tonight. The door bell rang and I went with the he boss to see if it was one of our friends and there was a man there who asked the he boss if he would like to write to a dog!! He said that if he did, the dog would write back to him 4 times a year. The he boss said "No" and just shut the door. I was standing there and they both ignored me! I mean, talk about missing the obvious. No one bothers to ask me if I would like a penpal do they? Honestly, I might as well not exist sometimes. And no, I don't take sugar either in case you were thinking of bothering to ask.
I wonder if he's asked anyone if they would like to write to me. Not a lot of good with the postman not bothering to come for me to bark at lately.
PS No flashy noisy things tonight. Sigh

More about fame and other things

Today was gooood. I've had 2 days of sitting in on my own. I never mind the first. It gives me time to sit and think a bit about life in between sleeping and listening for the postman. The second day gets a bit boring after a bit but I always know the third day is coming and that's usually good. This third day, me and the she boss went on a really good walk. I'm sure she called the hills we were on (not very big ones by the usual standards - more of an excuse for hills really) Licking Hills but I must have heard wrong. They'd never be that as I get told off for licking so she wouldn't take me anywhere that gave me ideas.
It occurred to me today, thinking a bit more about fame following on from last Monday. There could be an easier way than trying hard to be a hero. Imagine if me and the she boss were out walking and she called me like she does - "Come on theMillieDog" and someone heard and said "Wow! Is that THE MillieDog, the one who writes all those sensitive, insightful, witty things on her blog?!" Nuff said

Nightlife

That she boss of mine is barmy. There we all are, go to bed at a reasonable time (or some of us do Sammy, Beth!), I settle down, all nice and cozy then the she boss comes back downstairs again a coupld of hours later to disturb me. I usually pretend to be asleep because that's what I'd prefer to be doing. She does daft stuff like make a cup of tea, go on the computer, do puzzle things or read - or all of them, one after the other.
Now for me, night time's for sleep and daytimes for being active and that's how I stay so slim(mish). Anything you're going to do, do it faster or the long way round. For instance, I never walk after a squirrel or walk to the front window or door to see the postman off. I always go as fast as I can then I don't feel so bad when I eat anything I find lying around. None of this wandering round the house at night. Mind you, I usually get a nice cuddle out of it before she goes back up again.