Hi Everyone, this is Genevieve! I haven’t written to you in awhile, because I’ve been busy. Busy doing what? Well, sniffing, pooping (in the house yesterday…my bad!), licking the floor, napping, eating, rubbing my face on the furniture, wondering why I can’t sleep on the bosses’ beds, sneaking up to sleep on the bosses’ beds, having a few baths (which takes away my fierce smell and leaves me smelling like sham’s poo! The humiliation!), thinking about my mommy, and taking walks.
It’s the walks I wanted to tell you about today. You see, I am a very lucky girl, and I am grateful for every day. I get a nice walk every day, and I often get two nice walks in a day. But lately, the bosses have been complaining about me, which sounds a lot like “blah blah blah blah, come ON Genevieve, keep UP Genevieve, blah blah blah blah”, which is accompanied by some tugging on the leash, which I will admit, I do not enjoy. I try to keep up, but you know what? There are a lot of things to smell on the ground! There is pee-mail to read, and information to process about raccoons and ‘possums and sometimes even deer, right there under my nose, and they want me to keep up and ignore that information. Medium Boss sometimes says, “Heel, Genevieve”, and I almost know what that means, but mostly I ignore her so I can sniff. She says she gets tired of walking with her arm twisted behind her.
You know where this is going, don’t you? Pretty soon I won’t be getting my walks, which I adore and need. And it will be blamed on me getting “old”. Hey, I’m 5! Wait, I’m 2! I was born! (J’s note: Not sure why Gen says these things. She’s 11.) Anyway, as proof that I am in NO WAY old, and that I have plenty of energy, and that I’m cute and adorable and a baby, I present to the jury this little video that Medium Boss made of me one day this week. Sorry about the shaky camera work, she says, and she hopes it doesn’t make you barf like a Pokemon movie. What?