So here I am, hangin’ with Gemmie. She’s my really old friend. I mean, not that we’re actually old friends, but she’s actually really old. But she doesn’t seem to notice that small detail. And let me tell you, she can be annoying. First, she always eats everything in her food dish. No leftovers for the Bamm, no sir. She also gets star treatment. You know the type, always has to be first out the door and back in, first to eat, gets lifted up onto the big bed, has her own bed in the car (and gets to get in first, again), the big dogs give her a space on their comforter. Mom gets up rain, snow, sleet or whatever at 4am to let her go outside (what does she do out there at that time of night??). You get the idea. Pretty spoiled. Totally, beyond redemption spoiled.
But, I think she should have a career in acting. She acts oblivious to all this royal treatment. Always seems down to earth, like she one of us regular dogs. She not snobby (well a little diva-ish), doesn’t talk down to we lesser dogs. Never appears to actually ask for any of the good stuff, like it just happens to her by accident. I think she even manages to look abit surprised bu all the hooplah (nice touch, Gem). Hmmm… she’s probably got something on Mom and Dad. A big secret. Something of such consequence that make sure she will never talk. It can’t just be that she’s the oldest and been through the most and seen the best and worst of life. Or could it??
Soooo….I just have to get incredibly old to be treated like a baby. I. Do. Not. Get. It.