Hi nice friends!
I get so confused sometimes – and I don't just mean when Daddy and Our Mommy Girl come in the door at the same time and there are so many faces to kiss and legs to rub against and hands I hope will pet me that I just have to run away and chew on a stuffed toy for a minute. I mean that Mr. Mordred and I have nice names, but two-leggers hardly ever call us by them.
To me, Mr. Mordred is always Mr. Mordred, but Daddy calls him Boy, Big Dog, Murjib, Chauncey, Steve, Lumpy, Drooly, and some other things I forget, and the Girl calls him Smedley, Mr. Droolyhead, Baby, Big E. Dog, Mr. Dog Size Large, and also Steve (they both always giggle when they call him Steve). He's only Mordred when he's been bad, which is sometimes.
I get called Skinny, Posy, Whippety Sue, Poopy Sue, Mogie, Goo, Mozie Moo, Little One, Mozarelli, Puppatita, Morzuki and…oh, there are new ones all of the time, but I know they mean me if they say it in the special high-up voice. And no matter which one it is, I will come running as fast as my fast, fast legs will carry me because if someone is calling my name, then someone is thinking of petting me!
Some pet dogs get their names called because their Mommies want to go dancing with them. Yesterday Daddy was reading from the grey pieces of paper that there are some Mommies (mostly Mommies) who like doing this so much that they join clubs to do this with other Mommies and their dogs, but that sounds too silly to be made of the truth!
xoxoMorgane
