I Looove Compliments

Now I really don't have a big head, actually it's rather small, about the size of peach, so it doesn't swell very much when I get a compliment.

I was walking down the street with Herself today, and a youngish human male pointed at me and said "Now that's a million dollar dog". I heard Herself answer, "Yes, I think she is too" and then she added, pointing down at me, "and Mystical does as well".

Now I don't need compliments. I know I'm loved by Herself and AuntJ, Allison and Graham and many others. I know because they tell me ... a lot. But hearing it from a stranger, out of the blue, is a tail-wagger.

So, remember, everyone loves a compliment. All of us, four-legged and two-legged. It puts a smile on your face. It's a treat. You know what I mean?

By the way, you look mahvelous.

Sticking my Paw into Politics

You know I don't really care all that much about politics, although I hear Herself talking about this one and that one all the time. So, I do try to keep up with it. I agree with Herself most of the time ... I'm not a foolish dog, I don't bite the hand of the one who feeds me. You know what I mean?

But, this I came up with all by myself. I read about this scruffy looking man from Iran, Mr. Abanajaddy or whatever his name is. I just know I would growl if I came near him. Anyway, this is what I heard.

They take dogs to Jail in Iran. They also come up to young Iranians on the street and take their dogs away and put them in crates out in the open and leave them there for days. They arrested a young boy because he was posting an ad for his lost dog. They say they are getting "rid of Western Culture". I'm not a culture. I'm a dog. And I'm going to stand up on my back legs and fight for all dogs, in this case, Persian ones.

Here's the story. You read about it.

I've been growling under my breath for hours. I say, put him in a room filled with some tough-guy-dogs, you know which ones I mean, the ones who have a reputation for intimidation and let them at him.

What will they want to get rid of after us?

Birds?

Flowers?

Kittens?

Stars?

GRRRRRR. I don't growl very often, but this stuff puts my tail down, real low.