The question: Who out there is the real smarty pants?
Let me back track a bit. Today when the mail was delivered I of course let everyone around know the mail delivery person had arrived. I do this because I feel it is only nice to greet someone when they approach our door…and it is my duty to alert my pack of any potential dangers. These two mandates are not always compatible as my fierce barking at the window to announce a threat isn’t always taken as a warm welcoming. Nevertheless, on this occasion my reaction was justified as what was delivered was certainly an affront to my persona…and don’t tell me I can’t blame the bearer of such tidings. He brought it, he has to deal with my ire even if it IS his job.
This was the label of the package that was delivered – clearly intended for me:
And it must be someone I know or who reads this blog as they addressed the package using my nickname (or nom de plume) instead of The Tempest – which is my real name – which by the way, has nothing to do with my tropical storm-like destructiveness.
This Maira woman, who I have yet to meet, does some great work capturing the canine attitude towards life, but I suspect it isn’t she who sent me these books. No. I think it is some smarty pants aunt (or two) of mine that is/are responsible. Now those of you who have been reading my blog recently may be thinking that this qualifies as a proactive Christmas present that I should be grateful for receiving. However, I feel that this was given in jest (a bit tongue in cheek – which is a weird saying as our tongues are usually hanging thoughtfully out of our mouths and therefore nowhere near our cheeks) and thus not fulfilling my intent on receiving quality presents appropriate for a diva like myself.
Therefore, I decided to express my disapproval on this box of candles (that was supposed to be a present for my FarMor), and a bottle of Vitamin water (that was supposed to help my Dad get over his cold) – both of which were within paw’s reach. Take that, Pete’s people!
So, in conclusion, I recommend my family carefully think about what they WILL be wrapping up and placing under the Christmas tree for me. Just saying.