Ciao miei amici!
I just didn't know what to do with myself today. It was too hot to play outside for very long and la mia ragazza seemed to spend more time with the washy machine and the 'puter than she did her darling gingery Lucia. Pllllbbbbbbll!!
Oh, la mattina (the morning) began with great promise, to be sure: I had some squisito (delicious) yogurt in my kibble AND got to lick il cucchiaio (the spoon) so lots of the yogurt got into my beard while a little dab landed on my charming nose, provoking a round of magnificent sneezing (aaaaaaaaaaachooo!). Then, once my breakfast had settled and I had visited some – ahem – private areas in my yardie, la mia ragazza and I played relay toss-and-catch with some of my stuffies and tennis balls, including the Big Blue Wubba ball – which, after an invigorating workout with my efficient white teeth, was fully freed from its blue Wubbaness. Yet despite my rough handling, it still maintained its delightfully ticklish voice:
After I spent several moments of listening to my blueless Wubba ball and my AirSqueaker ball sing, despair set in. I shuffled around mia casa (my house) in search of something else to do. Yawwwwwwwnnnnn.
I went outside and barked for a while … ho hummmmm ... then made a quick check on Little Pompeii and while I was there, innocently minding my own beeswax, la mia ragazza snuck up and …
FURMINATED ME! Santa vacca!
It was too hot and hoooomid to stay outside for long, so I came back inside and thought about body slamming through the doors of la mia ragazza’s office, something I think about doing a blue million times a day but rarely attempt to actually try. Why?? Because the doors are always being guarded by the hateful, malevolent, evil red sucky monster,*** which inhales adorable Lucia fluffs that have gone AWOL, so I exercise great caution near it (….grrrrrrr…..)
(NOTE from Lucia's ragazza: I keep the vacuum in front of my office doors on purpose. Lucia hates the vac, which keeps her from slamming through the doors and grabbing whatever she can from my desk.It’s more effective than a deadbolt lock.)
Finally, I decided to take a nap and curled up on the cool tile floor in the kitchen …zzzzzzzzz
I woke up a little while later, invigorated and refreshed, spotted my gialla anatra (yellow duck) and wandered over to chat with him a bit. But once I got up close and sniffed his sweet ducky smell, I decided I should give him a bacio (smoochie) … and then … well, one thing led to another and … um, you can see for yourself:
(Icky blanket alert! It looked better in the IKEA catalog than it did on the guest bed -- but now it does a good job of protecting the cushions from my paws!)
OH, THE DUCK-MANITY! OH, THE CANARD-AGE! Heeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!
But even after ALL THAT the little yellow guy still had something to say! Listen:
At first, la mia ragazza thought I was channeling the duck, but really -- giggle!!! -- I just had the duck’s voice box and was making it talk. She took it away and put it up high on the shelf where I couldn’t reach it. Booooo!
PeeEss! Two important things are happening on Tuesday -- first, I, Lucia, am spending the morning at the spa for a bubble bath and summer grooming. And second, the Dell computer service technician is stopping by to install a new keyboard in la mia ragazza's 'puter. I chewed up the "J" key this afternoon! Heeeeeeeeee!!!!