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Sheena with a Purple Heart! Cool!!
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Hello all! Im so excited because my human (his name is Dave by the way) finally bought a new computer! Its about time that he bought a new one. I was so tired of using that clunky old 386 of his and he is really possessive of his precious laptop (he gets very nervous and vocal if I come anywhere near it) so I dont even try to use it anymore. He probably wouldnt be very happy if he knew that I was in his chair in front of the new computer but he will thank me in the morning when he realizes that I have set it all up for him (hopefully he wont change the mouse settings. Do any of you have a problem with double clicking?). Its really kind of funny: I readily share my toys with him but I guess that there is a double standard when it comes to his stuff. Anyway, I thought that I would tell you about some of my observations and experiences while growing up with Dave. Dave fell in love with me the moment he saw me (how could he not? After all, I was the cutest puppy in the litter) and it wasnt long before he took me home. His place was pretty neat (although it was obvious that there was some redecorating that needed to be done. Bachelors have such strange tastes in furniture, flooring, etc.) and I had a room all to myself (pretty cool since I had been cooped up in a bathroom with six brothers and sisters for two months). I was a pretty happy puppy. Well, happy until he left for work two days later.
For the first two days Dave and I played all the time. We played a game called sit and tug of war and a little bit of fetch (I wasnt that good at catching things in the beginning but now I can catch balls and two frisbees at once). But one day he left for work and I was very sad and very, very bored. I was walking around my room trying to figure out how to occupy myself when the idea of helping Dave redecorate his house came to me. Since I couldnt get to the kitchen (the room that needed my skills the most), I decided to start with my room. I first antiqued all of the baseboards and then ripped up the carpet to get to the wood floors underneath (who in their right mind would cover up beautiful wood flooring with berber carpeting?). I then painstakingly removed most of the wall paper (well all of the wall paper that was about a foot off of the floor
I was still a puppy you know) and proceeded to rip it into tiny pieces (this makes it easier to pack in the garbage can as it fills the remaining space between other garbage). I was really proud of my work and couldnt wait to go shopping for new wall paper or paint (maybe something in a light blue?) but Dave wasnt so impressed. Males just dont seem to understand the finer points of interior decorating and they also dont seem to like help in these redecorating matters. I say "males" because Daves girlfriend wasnt upset at all when I removed all of the fabric from an absolutely hideous recliner which definitely needed to be reupholstered.
Anyway, I was yelled at, put into a bathroom (which I helped redecorate a couple of weeks later) and was left to ponder what I did wrong. After what seemed to be an eternity (it was actually only one hour), the bathroom door opened and a woman with a huge smile on her face came in. She sat down next to me and began telling me a story about a little boy who helped redecorate her bedroom by drawing pictures on her new bedspread, antique furniture and bedroom walls in three shades of lipstick. Upon finishing her story, she gave me a pat on the head, and turned to Dave and said:
Do you remember doing that when you were little? By the way, that wallpaper was really ugly and who in their right mind would put carpet over those floors.
I guess great minds think alike (especially female minds) and I have been good friends with Daves mom ever since.
Well, it is getting late and I still have to finish setting this thing up. Hopefully Dave wont hog this computer too and Ill be able to write more of my experiences and observations. Until next time- Sheena
