Rosie Writes a Blog

My name is Rosie, I'm 8 years old.  Don't call me old because I'm not.  I'm just middle-aged and neurotic and obsessed with my human mom.  I follow her around non-stop, all day, all night.  All I want to do is be where she is.  Here I am, being sassy and trying to convince my mom that treats come before dinner:

I know my mom has to go to work every day and put me in jail for 10 hours and I hate it.  But I just patiently wait for her to come home because I love her.  She has her family and friends and that BOYFRIEND that I'm still not sure about even after two years.  But all I have is my mom.  I mean, her boyfriend's not terrible or anything but he tickles my mom's feet and she screams blood murder and I don't like it at all!  I bark and snarl and show my teeth to that guy because I want to protect my mom.  I do love my big/little sister Nellie though, even though she is a bigger spaz than I am.  (I'm older, she's only 5...what a baby!)  She's also a lot bigger than me and I'm jealous that she can jump up on the counter to reach food and I can't.  She also gets to have all the fun and go duck hunting.  And sometimes we cuddle.

My mom is my world and I love her.  Every day when she comes home she has to lay down on the floor and extend her arm out and I crawl up on her arm and nuzzle my cold, wet nose into her neck and scold her for leaving me.  But I always forgive her because I know she will always come back for me.  I know I'm naughty sometimes and I poop and pee on the floor.  I'm just a Bichon, I have a small bladder, what do you expect?  My mom bought these hideous diapers that she puts on me at night when I've been really bad but I hate them so much.  I dive under the bed and run back and forth, trying to get it caught on something on the bed frame to rip it off.  And it works every time! 

Here she put me in a Freddy Kruger sweater AND a diaper.  I was super pissed.

Mom has all these weird nicknames for me and most of them don't make any sense: Rose, Rosa Parks, Noona, Little Bee, Noona Bee, and Joe calls me Shithead.

One time I wasn't feeling very well and my mom came home on her lunch break and got me.  She snuck me into her work and I just sat on her lap for the rest of the day and visited her co-workers.  And I only peed on the floor once!

Being away from my mom gives me really bad separation anxiety.  I just don't like being away from her, not even for five minutes!  Come on mom, can't I come with you??

Sometimes mom has to go places overnight that I can't go to and I have to stay with my grandma.  I really do love my grandma, she takes good care of me and gives me lots of love and hugs and kisses and treats.  She's just like my mom, except she's not.  But I love her anyway.  There's these two little kids named Dylan and Jack that live with my grandma and they love to chase me around and pick me up and their hugs are just a little too tight.  But I tolerate it like a champ because I know they just want to give me love, they just don't know how strong they are quite yet.

My mom and I think that we were brought together for some divine reason because she really likes big dogs like my sister and I'm little but we found each other somehow and love each other more than we ever thought we would.  I know I can be annoying and needy but all I really need is food, water, shelter, and love.  She gives me all of that, and that's all I need.  And just look at me; you can't stay mad at me forever, I'm just too darn cute.

XOXOXO

Rosa