Category: dog lounge

Celebrities in trouble

Arf! Gracie here.

I was having a pleasant nap when my mom woke me up, exclaiming, “This is nonsense.” When I looked up inquiringly, she explained she was reading about some celebrity’s latest escapade with a car and a DUI.

“If I were a celebrity, going to a party,” my mom told me, “I would have a chauffeured limo standing by to take me home. That way I could drink as much as I wanted.”

I cocked an ear.

“OK, Gracie,” my mom admitted. “I hate parties. Everybody teases me about how little I drink. And when I go out, it’s close enough to take a cab home. Or even the bus.”

Bus? My ears perked up. Now we’re talking. I love riding buses. I get to sit in my mom’s lap and everybody tells me I’m such a beautiful dog.

“She’s a mutt,” my mom Cathy tells the other passengers. “But she thinks she’s a princess. It’s like living with Paris Hilton.”

Me? What’s this mutt stuff? I am a princess. And I don’t demand more than any other rescue dog.

Good thing I’m going to the dog lounge today. They recognize my royal blood and treat me accordingly. They set me up on the couch and feed me treats all day long. They let me play in the back with the Big Dogs. When I scratch on the door to the front, they say, “Oh it’s Gracie. Come on in, sweetheart. You can help us run the reception desk.”

That’s the way a rescue dog should be treated.

Arf! Mom is off to her gym and then it’s my turn.

Being the #2 Sibling Dog in the Family

My mom left me in the boarding kennel all weekend while she went off to an Internet marketing seminar. Why would anyone want to learn Internet marketing when they could run around and play all day?

Then my mom read me this article from the NY Times: First Siblings have Higher IQs. She pointed out that Keesha, my predecessor in her life, was a smarter dog.

Ha.

I think the First Dog gets all sorts of attention. By the time I came along, my mom was familiar with dogs. She’s harder to fool. She doesn’t take thousands of photos, measure my food and follow the dog book religiously. She tosses the food in my dish (“that looks right”) and lets me share the couch. When I cross the bridge and meet Keesha, we will have a lot to discuss.

I think my mom got lucky with Keesha. She was clueless about dogs. I would have run rings around her. 😉

Downtown Dog Lounge: The Reality Show

The Downtown Dog Lounge hosts a new Reality Show. I imagine this script with Gracie.

Scene opens with Gracie in Downtown Dog Lounge, relaxing on couch, eating treats.

Phone rings.

Employee: “Oh no – that’s Gracie’s owner! She’s coming to pick up Gracie. She specifically wanted Gracie to get lots of exercise. Gracie! Quick! Over here!”

Pan to Gracie, who yawns and stretches.

Employee: “Gracie, you better get in the play area and run around.”

Gracie puts head between front paws.

Employee picks up Gracie, who begins to catch on as a cute little Pug comes up for a sniff.

Door bell chimes. Cathy walks in, laden with shopping bags from Public Library, Macys (she had to use up her gift certificate) and Dahlia Bakery, (yum – her favorite).

Cathy; “So did Gracie get a lot of exercise? I hope she’s tired today! I don’t have time to take her for a long walk.”

Employee: “She’s playing now. I think she’ll be tired tonight.”

Cathy: “Oh good! She just loves coming here to play. Gracie! Your tail is wagging! You better be tired tonight…”

OK, just kidding! We love the Dog Lounge.

When I told a REAL employee this story, she laughed and said, “Oh no. When Gracie gets tired of running around, she lets us know. We bring her up front and let her take a nap. She’s really good about telling us what she wants.”

Yeah, I know. Is that dog spoiled or what?!