Watch Dog Week

I. Am. A. Watchdog.

I watch our old house

in case it gets stolen.

When I hear my neighbor Dawgy

who now has a companion named Whitey . . .

. . . who both bark like there's no tomorrow

I bark back at Luchie:

"Feed them drooly ASAP!"

And Luchie grumbles but she has no choice.

Those dogs are hungry and they need food fast!

Move it, Luchie!

I also watch over my old house.

The hoomans still kept the two kennels.

And without Babur snoring on the next house

it felt lonely and quiet so I nap somewhere else:

I bring my blanket and pillow so I can nap in peace.

I also keep watch over Keeper:

Keeper tries to take a few minutes of sun on her body.

That is, if she does not get lazy standing there in boredom . . .

. . . and settles down to sit  instead:

Keeper worries about over sunbathing.

I worry that she never get to complete her 10 minute sunbath!

She is so lazy . . .

And this is Keeper's massage hooha:

. . . she massages the fats 

that accumulate on her legs, thighs,

belly, toes, armpits and back:

Of course, I watch her 

in case she decides to massage my back too!

And there she goes!

Will you tickle my ears too, Keeper?

And of course I watch Keeper's bike too:

She never gets to use it.

She is so lazy!

I have no idea why I have to watch it.

I think Keeper should donate it

together with the clothes she does not wear anymore!

It is not easy to watch

our old place named Heaven

especially when one is retired

and in his senior years . . .

I think we need to hire another watchdog.

It ain't easy watching all these old stuff and old people.

Hmp, I better take a nap!