Rock Star

That is who I am. In my breed I am "the Man". for as long as I can remember, everyone thinks I am great. At the house, the only other one with as much clout as me is "the Old Lady". Anytime people come to the house it is usually to see me. They all love me and I love that they do. Not only am I beautiful ( which I am) but I am smart. And not just regular smart, I am dog smart. I can figure out what the people want and then I do it for them, they love that and I get rewarded for it. It is a pretty sweet deal.

My life. Pretty much going to dog shows, being pampered, meeting girlfriends, being pampered and hanging out at home while being pampered. I travel to the shows, mostly with my lady, but sometimes with my handler. When the lady doesn't come with me it is not as much fun. I am treated more like the others, I spend more time in the crate, I don't get too much attention. But when my lady comes it is a totally different experience. It is then all about me. I get brushed and blow dried. I get to lay on my table and watch the people go by and admire me which I love. I am a big suck up. Everyone who sees me thinks I am great. I do a lot of winning at the dog shows I usually am the Best of my Breed and that makes all of the people happy. I love the applause and I feel just like a Rock Star.

And then there are the lovely ladies. All of those beautiful girls that come my way because of how famous I am. They come from all over. And when they do come, it is a super priority in my family. No time is a bad time for the girlfriend. Last Christmas a girl came from far away. There we all were, on Christmas Eve in the backyard. The people make this happen. I just sit and wait for the "girlfriends" to come. That is what my people call them. My girlfriends. Isn't that cute?

So there you have it, dog shows, girlfriends and than my down time at home. I pretty much drive the bus around here. They worry and fret about Did I eat? Did I poop? Am I feeling myself? How is my coat? Do I look my best? This kind of stuff preoccupies my people. And me, well I just hang around on the couch or in the bed. King of my castle. The man even saves part of his dinner each night for me. Not for anyone else, just for me.

the only time there was ever an issue was when there was another boy here. A while back a boy name Echo lived here. Evidently he was a son of mine, like I cared about that. When he came he was just a baby so I could pretty much ignore him. But than he started to think he was like me. He went to the dog shows and won. He started to get some girlfriends, which I pretty much thought "I don't think so". We started to growl at each other in the backyard. That made the lady very mad and nervous. So we than could not go outside together. We could only be together in the house. She pretty much kept us apart from each other. We led separate lives which was fine by me, as long as mine was not changed. I was still the king, even though he may have thought he was the prince. And than he was gone. Where? I don't know or care. It was just as it should be, me and my girls. For now.. it seems that another boy has arrived. Another son of mine. He is a baby now, so I am not worried. We will have to see how this works out.