A most curious thing has come to pass, and I, Mordred T. Dog, am as yet hard-pressed to find an explanation. As you may recall, earlier this year, a vicious band of marauding squirrels relocated the possessions of my Daddy, Morgane and me, as well of those of the Girl Who Sits Close to Daddy On the Couch but who is now our All the Time Mommy Girl from our various domiciles in various burrows to a magical land called Brooklyn. It would seem that it was just phase one of their campaign, however, as the squirrels then only relocated indoor possessions, such as couches, plates, and rather some fetching/delicious footwear.
They have intensified their strategy. It would seem that while I was in the other room very briefly resting my ever-vigilant eyes so that they might most optimally protect my family pack, the squirrels relocated some manner of fragrant, cone-shaped tree from the out-of-doors to the in-of-doors. More specifically, directly in front of the parlor window from which I do some of my most effective observery. And that was not the end of their cruel bedeviling – far from it. So as to ensure that their machinations would not escape our notice, they not only garishly bedecked the tree with various sparkly and/or glowy objects – but also festooned it with bulbs attached to our home's electrical sockets to produce an unmissable twinking light.
I need hardly tell you that I will neither be standing nor sitting for this sort of rodential mischief, and as soon as Daddy and our Mommy Girl are away from our home (I can tell that our Mommy Girl was most thoroughly upset by its appearance, for her face produced the salty water and she clung close to Daddy as they looked upon it.), I shall enlist Miss Morgane’s assistance in rending the horrible thing limb from sparkly limb.
This is just the sort of thing for which Daddy retains my services, and I am most happy to oblige him.
This is Mazzie, your new friend who should be coming home with you soon so you can feed her delicious things and let her be quiet and warm and have love around her all the time. I don't know why, but not every dog gets to have an all the time and always home with a Mommy Girl or a Daddy like Mr. Mordred and I do, and very big-hearted and many-dog-cuddling people like Earth Angels NYC find dogs like Mazzie, and give them a place to be so Santa Claus and Anderson Cooper can always know where to find them. Sometimes maybe that place could be your house!
I bet if you got to know Mazzie, she would find ways to be cute specifically for you. Like if it make you happy to have a dog who was cute when she slept or wore hats, she would probably do that for you. If it was more about being cute while eating or sometimes cuddling with toys, Mazzie would practice that until she got it right and you loved her.
And it is very nice being loved by a dog — no matter from where you find her, but extra much so if it is a dog who needs a home because she doesn't have one.
Gentle Readers,
Girl Who Sits Close to Daddy On the Couch but who is now our All the Time Mommy Girl from our various domiciles in various burrows to a magical land called Brooklyn. It would seem that it was just phase one of their campaign, however, as the squirrels then only relocated indoor possessions, such as couches, plates, and rather some fetching/delicious footwear.
Hi nice friends!
