As many of you may know, much of the population of California has historically been the result of a slow leak in the Midwest portions of the country, causing residential spillage to the West. I believe we at La Casa de Puppies may be absorbing more than our fair share of the drips.
First, The Puppies themselves, being Native Michiganders, have contributed to the, well, let’s not call it a problem, lest we offend. They have quickly adapted to the Californa lifestyle, demanding Chardonnay in the water dish and taking all their smoke breaks outdoors. Still, I believe Native Californian Bonnie senses that they are Outsiders, which is why she hasn’t completely accepted them yet. I haven’t told her yet that there is a new Midwest incursion in the works.
First to arrive will be My Darling Niece Kathy (Her Real Name, Because Unfortunately Although She Is a Smart Girl, She Doesn’t Know How to Spell Kathi) and her husband Alex (Not His Real Name). They, too, are Michiganders, although Kathy had the good sense to have been born in California, at least. They are abandoning three of their four children for the weekend to get a little sunshine. If only #1 son hadn’t escaped to his first year of college, the little ones wouldn’t have to fend for themselves.
I’m sure they will be just fine. The Big Girl is seven, the Little Girl is five and Baby Boy is two, so they are pretty self-sufficient. And they know how much Mommy and Daddy need to get into that rental convertible and cruise up Highway One in dappled sunlight, leaving the children to cope with the aftermath of Ike. After all, they will reap the benefits of rejuvenated parents, who will no doubt be less likely to fly off the handle over every little spilt milk episode.
Next to arrive is Susan (Also Her Real Name) from Chicago, who had every opportunity to visit The Puppies on their 4-hour layover at O’Hare International Airport, but chose to have a pedicure instead. I have explained this to Brooklyn and Barkley, and they have expressed a desire to pee on Susan’s lap to extract revenge.
Meanwhile, I can be found somewhere in the house, shampooing carpets. It’s all good.
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I certainly hope that no shoes fall victim in the puppies druken stupor. If it makes bonnie feel any better, she’s always welcome here in the midwest if she needs a respite.
You gotta love the midwesterners. Whoot whoot!
Too funny…I too am adding to the problem. Born is Illinois…living the dream in Cali. I am missing fall right now…but in a few months I will be happy as a clam… Love it here!
I’m still down South where the humidityis kiling me, but I love it…and the chickens. I really don’t have chickens. I do have 3 doggies. Country dogs. They drink tap water and are unrefined. They walk crooked and smile like dolphins when someone pulls up in the drive. They’re humble country folks, I mean dogs.
Midwesterners talk funny. But they’re all very nice. Nice nice nice. Some of my best friends are midwesterners. My nicefriends.
I don’t really know anybody from the flyover states, myself.
Which guests get to share space in the dog kennels? The chicken coop? It sounds like you are in for a REAL puppy welcome party this week for sure and I find it only fair that the pups get their revenge on Susan the slacker! I can’t believe she missed the opportunity to meet them first!
You need balance in your life. Here, have some cats. No, really, it’s okay. We have a surplus, and you obviously need balance.
They don’t require chardonnay or cream, only a warm sunny window and a place to drop half their coats. They’ll be there Thursday.
Too funny. What a wonderful twisted view of life you have!
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