It was father's Friday at the clinic.  That means mother, Bea and I got to sleep in.  Our girl, Anna, was home as well on account of the fact that her ear hurt and her nose had stopped working.

When we did finally make the trek to the clinic, I was not happy to discover that Sambuca had taken over my role as official greeter.  He throws his head back just like I do, but he doesn't have the high pitched alarm quality that my voice provides.  He practically demands attention, and simply cannot stand for Bea and I to get any sort of affection without getting involved.  He's mostly cute and harmless, and I do feel bad for the fact that he can't even walk in a straight line, so I mostly let it go.  Today, however, he over stepped his bounds.  Not only did he visit our apartment uninvited, but he helped himself to my clear liquid refreshment.
I realize that most dogs do not see sharing a water bowl as any particular infraction.  But my mother keeps a tight watch on the water bowl that Bea and I share, on account of the fact that sometimes I have a hard time holding my marking liquid.  I admit that I have a tendency to get carried away when I drink and the next thing I know it's coming out the other end.  So mother rations our drinks accordingly.

I decided to take the high road and not teach the disabled boy a lesson.  I said to Bea, "He's just a guest right, and it's not forever".  Of course, Bea kept her mouth shut.  I was glad that it was Friday and was looking forward to a quiet weekend at the den when who showed up in our car, but Sambuca.  Again.  Well one more weekend won't kill me I guess, " But no more piggyback games", I barked at him, "I do have a great game called Tug-of-war-facial-hair that you just might like!"