Ignored

Typically, I enjoy being the center of attention. That is not too hard for me since I AM SO BIG. As you know, I draw a lot of attention and comments. You know the ones where I am compared to a horse. I think the best comment was from a neighbor who ,when he first saw me in my backyard, thought I was a llama. I can see it. Sort of.

Nothing exciting is happening here and you want to know why? Because, I am being ignored. Me! The wonderful glorious king of the Irish Wolfhounds. IGNORED! And why am I being ignored? My so called "parents" are doing big home improvement projects so as Mom says, the house will look less ghetto. Yeah Mom, we are soooo in the hood (sense the hint of sarcasm?). So lately all I hear is cutting, drilling, banging, and occasionally swearing. Mom and Dad have been keeping me away from the project so I do not get in the way or hurt. Really, how could an 150 pound, three and half foot dog get in the way? I could help put up drywall. I could use a drill! Um, or not. I know they are going to be done this weekend putting up the drywall and then it is finishing, sanding, trimming, priming, and painting. God that sounds horribly exhausting. Yawn.

When the improvements are done, I promise to put up pictures of me in each room of the house showing you what they made me put up with during this whole dreadful ordeal. Can I get some sympathy?