Wednesday, February 3, 2010

I am totally confused by the whole clinic expansion thing.  The clinic is new, and lots bigger, but Bea and I got moved into a smaller room.  Then my aunts Tara and Becky came to visit, and they were stuck in the small room with us.  Then Ruben and Kali came for a play date and they got stuck in the small room too.  Our villa is the same size and everything but our view is no longer of the front door and all it's visitors.  Instead we have an excellent view of the washing machine. 
I overheard mother say something like, "There's just been too many workmen in and out still.  Those dogs go crazy whenever they see a stranger and until we move in more furnishings, the sound really echos."  I admit to not understanding most of what mother says, but the gist of it all is that my work as watchdog and official greeter is not only not appreciated, but no longer tolerable.  I could hardly believe it. I know my voice sounds better bouncing off all the new walls. In fact, I'm so sure of it that I've been barking all the time since I've been moved to the smaller room.  I don't want mother to go without the wonderful sound of my voice, so I'm making every effort to be heard on the other side of the door. 
If you want to help my effort, be sure to come by the clinic and ask "Where's Ronnie?"  That way mother will have to give us the villa with the good view again.  Please don't forget me;  I'm counting on you!

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