Willow here….

So, I noticed while scrolling through Facebook that sometimes people post things they call “rants.” Well, I usually think of simply dialing my union rep but then I thought hey, I have a blog, I’m going to try one of those “rants.” It might make me feel better. I consulted with my typist Blaise, the good cat and he agreed. As a side note, He would like his complaint of a lack of mice to chase noted.

Part of my “rant” has to do with all of the people who despite the patches I wear saying ” DO NOT PET” seemingly cannot read! I’m a very friendly girl, I love people but, when I’m working I need to focus on mom! On my job! I’m not a mobile petting zoo! Quite often, if someone ASKS appropriately and mom is braced safely, she WILL say “go say hi” which is my command that allows me to interact with someone. It lets me know she’s ok and I can be petted and say hi to someone. But, if we’re walking or standing and I’m trying to focus on my job, I DON’T need to be distracted thank you. I don’t come to your job and pet you while you’re working do I? Or make kissy noises or call you or do other things to distract you while say, you’re in the middle of a board meeting Mr. Executive? Hmmmmm?  I may just try that just for fun and bring Blaise, my typist…:) It’s the same thing! You have a job to do and so do I. I need to focus on my job so mom doesn’t get hurt. Please respect that.

The next part of my rant has to do with people and their pet dogs. Along the same lines. Yes, “fluffy” is adorable. I have two adorable Retriever siblings at home but again, when I’m working I don’t need “fluffy” in my face! And for God’s sake, throw out those stupid leashes that work like a zip line! Have you not heard of leather?! Please control “fluffy” and keep him/her at your side not in our way or barking in my face! If you ask my mom if we can meet , sometimes she’ll say yes if she can make herself safe by sitting or bracing on something. I LOVE other dogs especially puppies! However, it is NOT okay to interfere with me trying to do my job.

The rest of my rant mom says is just because I’m a spoiled “bitch” as in female dog…lol

MY car went in for service. Yes, my car. It has a vanity plate with MY name and is customized for ME! I WAS NOT happy! The dealer was according to mom, outstanding in giving us a Ford TransConnect Van that would fit me. However, It was not MY car! And mom in her infinite wisdom could not figure out how to work the cooling for the rear and I was tres hot. And I’m the spoiled “bitch?” Rely on the plush, touch screen technology of MY car much mom? Anyway, by day 3 with this car I was thinking of going on strike. Seriously. Then I heard music to my ears “want to go get YOUR car Wil’s?” YES! I have never been so happy to see a vehicle in my life! I DOVE into the back! I thought of sleeping in it lest someone try to take it in the still of the night. With MY car returned, all is now right with the world. Walk on…..:)

~Willow

Typing Courtesy of Blaise the Good Cat (he has those little Kitty paws)