I Don't Whine

OMG!  I saw mom's post earlier about me whining at the door.  That is ridiculous.  She's asleep now, and I heard she isn't working tomorrow, so I have to defend myself right now.

But first, in Rocky's defense, he never whines either.   I have never in my doggy life seen another dog so frustrated with his inability to speak human talk in my life.  I don't get it.  People yak yak yak all the time but I never hear much worth saying.  Rocky seems to want to participate in all that.  He barks, he growls, he grumbles, he wooooos....he woos....he woooos....wtf is a woooooo anyway?  But that is what he does.  And he jumps around while he is wooooing, just in case you didn't hear him or something. 

But he doesn't whine.  I've seen him get his toenails cut, wear a stupid sock, bang his head, get yelled at, poop blood...but never whine.  So I have no idea why mom would think he was whining tonight.

And I wasn't whining either.  I was just politely trying to get mom's attention.  It was late.  It was dark.  It would be rude to bark.  I don't scratch or claw on doors, that would be bad dog.  I was lying on the couch when mom went to bed.  I wasn't in with Brandon.  I like to sleep with Brandon, but not tonight.  I just didn't get up fast enough to move to the bedroom when she shut off the lights and moved rooms.

So there I was.  The door to the pool was open.  I had two choices.  I could go to the door and shove my toes under it and make quiet polite noises to get her attention or I could go to the window and hope she saw me with some quiet polite noises.  Next thing I know she is on the floor hugging Rocky and acting like I'm not even there. 

I finally get her attention and then she accuses me, publically, on Facebook of "whining". 

I'm just going to go curl back up in bed.  I hope she has the sleep number set the way I like it.  Life is so hard around here.  I wonder how many bones I can take to bed with me???

Resi