HellO!

My name is Preston and this is my first blog entry. I thought it was time that I start getting my inner voice out for the world to hear. I’ve been thinking about blogging for some time now but didn’t have the motivation until something they did last week really pushed me to the edge. You see, I’ve been living with them for just about two years and we were, in my opinion, a very happy family. I was the baby, the one and only – top dog if you know what I mean. Sure, there were times when he got nervous because I was making too much noise or overly excited when guests arrived. What can I say – it’s my duty to let them know when there’s something worth paying attention to. As far as the visitors- I LOOOOOOVE company! Besides, she and I have been working on those things and she tells him all the time that I’m “getting much better.”

Regardless of these tiny misdemeanors things were great! He was attempting to bond with me – his version, anyway. Not always the best choices for me but I just want to be liked so I played along; sitting in his lap, letting him carry me around. Within the past few months I even reached “sofa status” – as long as there was no fooling around; for that I was getting more than a respectable amount of playtime outside! *Just a quick note about him: he’s a great guy he just doesn’t understand me so well. He’s never been mean to me (doesn’t have a mean bone in his body) and tries and thinks and talks all about how to relate to me. He’s a self admitted non-alpha and, well, that’s hard for me and we all know it! She, on the other hand, takes her alpha role very seriously with everyone – not just me. He compliments her often telling her how grounded she is and how we’d all be a mess without her. I’m just now embarking on therapy (thanks to the happening of last week that I’ll be getting to in a moment) so I’m not exactly sure what that means but the way he says it, I think it’s a good thing.

So, (long pause) last week. Precisely a week ago today. They (both of them) brought IT home. I should have known something was happening because just the day before they (she actually took me and he met us there) brought me to meet IT. I hadn’t been concerned seeing we went to the place where I go to school. We went to a different building and then went to play outside (what fun!) and then out IT came. Honestly, I didn’t care too much about IT and IT didn’t care too much about me. I tried to play with IT but IT wasn’t really into my game and he kept talking about how much smaller IT was and how I had to be careful so I decided it would be more fun playing ball with them instead. We all went to the park right outside my usual building and IT almost started to mess around but not quite and, as I said earlier, I didn’t really care. We both got in trouble for trying to go in the water, mud actually, and then it was time to go. We brought it back to it’s building and went home. Good Enough.

So I thought.

The next morning they left the house together (without me – not uncommon, I don’t go everywhere all the time) and just one short hour later they brought came home. With IT. I was dumbfounded. Ambushed. This couldn’t be right. Maybe IT was just here for a visit. Others have come but usually not on their own. IT began investigating every inch of the house: our house; my house. This didn’t seem to be a problem for them. They followed IT around watching, smiling and even encouraging IT to investigate different rooms. The only logical answer to this was that their brains had somehow been tampered with by aliens. I had to take matters into my own paws. I tried running after IT and tugging it’s ears. He told me to stop so I did – for a few seconds. Then I tried to grab IT’s neck leg, ear again anything that would end this invasion!

“PRESTON, STOP!” It was her. This wasn’t good. She put me outside and closed the door. I looked in all the doors. When I got ’round to the kitchen you’ll never believe what I saw. IT was on the sofa. The very sofa that it took me the better part of a year on which to earn “sitting quietly” privileges! Obviously I had to get back in there. Luckily, I mastered re-entry rights: immediately I lay down with my back to the door and looked disinterested. 5-4-3-2-1…YES! Winner! The door opened I remained calm , cool and collected. Once I got the word, I sprung…onto the sofa which proved to be a very, very terrible idea. Back outside I went. This time however I was given the most wonderful chewy donut. Luck-Y! I looked at her for a moment she assured me it would all be ok. Who was I to argue with the Alpha. If they (she) didn’t see a problem with this who was I to worry? I went off to enjoy my (only mine, given to me not IT) most fantabulous treat!