I would know if I was spoiled.
Someone came up to Herself the other day on the streets of New York while she was holding me in the usual way, my body tucked under her right arm. He said, "She (meaning me) must be very spoiled" and before Herself could come to my defense, he walked off. Rude Dude!
I looked up at Herself and saw her with a little smile on her face and interpreted that as meaning, Oh, go floss your teeth, you jerk. At least I think that's what it meant. She couldn't have been agreeing with him ... could she?
I know I'm not spoiled because I do everything that is expected of me and do it with class. I'm very neat, I don't bark very much, I get along with everyone, all my neighbors invite me into their homes knowing that I will do exactly the right thing ... no mistakes ... I'm very mannerly and I show my appreciation of everyone's kindness to me. You've read my blog ... would you say I'm spoiled?
Gosh! That guy really got under my paws. I guess I just can't please everyone. He didn't know me ... he just passed judgement on me without knowing a darn thing about me. My advice: don't do that ... get to know a person, or dog, first ... then when you know a whole lot about them, you can form your opinion.
Oh well ... I'll take my unspoiled body over to the door and wait for you there.
