Since the WWTs won’t be walking together until January, I thought I’d keep you posted on my doings anyway. At least until my masters leave for--are you ready?--Ethiopia.
Much of my time has been spent entertaining my masters' grandchildren. Their father is definitely not a dog person, though at least he no longer totally ignores me and says I smell of dog (as if I’m supposed to smell of say, cat ). To their credit, the little ones adore me. Christina, who is now four, takes me on walks with her “Nana.” And Maxwell, one and a half, chases after me and calls me “tee-kee.” He’s very cute but I try to avoid him since he doesn’t know yet how to behave around a dog, especially one who's a princess. (Whenever I lick his face he makes a commotion, which is sooo wrong, given that a kiss from royalty like me is SUCH an honor honor.)
Last Saturday night, Christina spent the night at our house. Her only request was that I not sleep with her (which I wouldn’t do anyway since I have a regular spot under the covers of my mistress’ bed). Yesterday, she took me over to help entertain grandson Maxwell--who was sick with asthma-like symptoms --while his mother, Mariana, was at work. Now Mexican medical folklore says that Chihuahuas help asthma sufferers, but Maxwell’s mother, who is a family practice doctor, seemed unimpressed when told that by her mother-in-law. All I can say is Mary didn’t have to administer any medicine on her shift, as Mariana had feared.
On Mondays, Mary and Lewis usually abandon me for their weekly workout at a gym. This time, Jordan, their trainer, came to our house since the gym had been flooded. I spent the entire hour watching my mistress lifting weights and doing stretches. My master was busy dealing with the landscaper, so he came in only at the end. And that brings up another story, which I will relate another day.
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