King Louie

I am devoting this entry to Louie. King Louie, as he has been known. Whereas we always had a dog (or two), they were always Mr. W.'s pets. Louie is MY dog. He lives for me! He patiently waits at the top of the steps for me to come home each day (he has fallen down the steps so many times that he does not attempt to go down anymore). He sleeps in our bed, usually under the covers. He is only 4 1/2 lbs. and he does not shed, therefore, he is even allowed to sit on my lap while I am in the living room on the new furniture!

He was the Alpha-Dog, the ruler of the roost UNTIL my rotten kids upset his apple cart. Oldest son comes home with Emma, a little pug. Emma is quite smart and full of energy (and can go up and down the stairs). She takes pleasure in torturing Louie all day long. She steals his toys then takes them half way down the steps and just sits there. She truly understands the spoken word (Louie, although a genius in my eyes, is really not the sharpest knife in the cutlery block!) Louie and Emma finally had come to terms with each other - Emma accepting Louie as the Alpha (and spoiled brat, at that!)

Then Number Two son purchases his English Bulldog (45 pounds and still counting). Sammy makes Louie seem like a Rhodes Scholar! Sammy and Emma can play all day long, fighting over toys, chasing each other. Louie just watches - FROM ATOP OF THE RECLINER! Occasionally, Louie gets on the floor and runs around the two of them and barks out orders - that neither pay attention to.

Poor Louie needs therapy now. He was once KING - he is now just a yapping pain in the ass - UNTIL I COME HOME.

He will always be King Louie to me!