
De most recent happenings at de casa have encouraged myself to anticipate a long winter of napping with Senor Roberto. In abrupt fashion, Senor Roberto is no longer leaving de pack to go out into de world hunting for food for days at a time. Dis is a good thing as Senor Roberto never returned with any food for de pack, anyway; so I, myself, was in doubt of his hunting abilities in de first place. Now I will resume my place as pack leader and provide food stuffs for de weaker members. Dis will, et is myself's greatest hope, allow myself de opportunity to once again impress my beloved puta in hopes dat she will once again feel lovings for me. Although I, myself, am not interested in de lovings of de little green vine, I will perhaps order de little senor boy to get her snacks form time to time so she will not starve.
What I, myself, have not appreciated is de early morning activity awaking de casa each day. Why Senora Mommy insists upon leaving de sleeping platform before de sun has shown itself in de sky is beyond my reckoning. She is de first member of de pack to arise from sleep and de last member of de pack to nest into sleep for de night. I, myself, of course feels it is myself's duty to protect and assist her. When she is finished in de watering room and has put on her layers of coverings, I, myself, follows her to de eating room to watch her stuff food items into small boxes, prepare de first meal of de day for de pack, and issue leaderly commands to de rest of de pack. In quick fashion, Senora Mommy ushers Senor Roberto and de little senor boy out de front door of de casa for whatever adventures await them. My beloved put, de little green vine, and myself are left in sudden quiet peacefulness to spend our time napping, barking, and occasionally inventorying de toys in our toy box.
Then, as de day is nearing it's ending, Senor Roberto, Senora Mommy, and de little senor boy arrive back at de casa to complete a variety of manual labors, prepare and eat more foods, and then sit in front of de talking box for several hours. Dis is de part I, myself, enjoy most. Sitting with Senor Roberto is a wondering delightful time of eating de crumbs from his food snackings, drinking from his beverage container, and taking myself's time in grooming him with my dutiful licking. Of course, I, myself, am much aggravated when my beloved puta and de little green vine join forces against myself and force their way onto Senor Robert's lap. their bodies leave no room for me and I, myself, fear of being trampled by their nonsensical and excitable prancing must take myself to another spot for rest-ation and relaxedness.
I, myself, am left wondering how long this schedule will influence de casa ... how long will Senora Mommy be able to withstand such a tired inducing day of activity ... how long before my beloved puta will once again be in love with myself ... and when, if ever, de little senor will move out into de garage where I continues to tell him he should be. These are mysteries for myself to ponder during dis cold season of weather.
Adios

