Originally Posted by Grits
"Zo, someone wants to meet you, c'mon downstairs, get up, it's almost 10 o'clock"
(I'm just the caretaker/wait staff around here. THE HIRED HELP:)
"Zoe, this is Bubba." --
Good morning Bubba, hope you are well, and enjoyed your walk this morning. Sink those teeth into the new owner of the nearby convenient mart. The one that stopped selling the DRF. The @$$.
Excuse me Bubba, but I've got to get Grits started, she b!tches a lot, but you know how good help can be.
"Buba, Zo has food on her mind and whatever else she can come up with so it's like this . . .
I make up the king size bed she sleeps all over every night, if I move she growls.
She turns her nose up when she wants, something besides her kibble that's in her bowl. I usually succeed with Cesar's grilled chicken or filet mignon. Or better, one of the two mentioned, but from my plate.
When we travel, it takes me longer to pack her luggage, than it does my own. A whole lot longer. Leashes, collars, (if winter in NY-sweaters), bowls, rawhide Dingo bones, Merrick flossie bones, and toys.
I check in the hotels, while she, waits, quietly, for her room number, unless everyone at the front desk wants to pet her, then she turns on the charm.
I'm neat, she's messy. The only thing thrown around in the room in our three week stays in Saratoga is her sh!t, not mine.
I also check out and pick up her bill, that seems to always land on my Visa card. She ain't as friendly to the hired help when leaving. It's more like, "see ya, its been real. Gotta go."
I'm her driver too, and on 11 to 14 hour trips, that sh!t really gets old. She likes seeing where we're going, so one of her beds fits on the console of her automobile, that I paid for. Here, she can rest her chin on her driver's shoulder, until she gets fatigued, wherein, she lays down and catches zzzzzzzzzzs.
"Bubba, If I left her home, she'd somehow manage to falsify documents, ie contracts and have this house sold out from under my @$$ in less than 30 days."
And too, you remember what they say, "train 'em up right and they'll never stray." (Hell, ain't that the truth, don't I wish!)
I'm coming back in my next life as Zoe. . . . Later Bubba.
I got chores.
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