I’m sorry you haven’t heard from me for a while. I’ve been too busy eating to check in with you from Monterey, where I’ve been for a couple of months. No, I wasn’t banished to California’s Central Coast for my occasional Lucifer-like behavior. I’m with my mommy, who is writing a book about traveling with a dog for National Geographic Books. (I expect to have MY name on the cover!)
We’re being hosted by a kind couple, Ginger Campos and Charles Federico. I met Ginger at PortaBella restaurant in Carmel-by-the-Sea and she and my mommy hit it off. Ginger had her dog Sadie, a Scottie. It was just the four of us on the back patio. When my mommy mentioned to Ginger that she was looking for a writer’s retreat of sorts to hole up in, Ginger offered her home.
What a kind gesture! She had just met us. We could have been mass murderers, or over eaters, for all she knew. Personally, I think Ginger just wanted to be in my great company. Sure, she has her own dog, Sadie. But I know she— Ginger, not Sadie— fell in love with me at first sight. Everybody Loves Lucy!
A few days later, my mommy and I temporarily moved into the top floor at Ginger and Charles’ home. Now, I wasn’t sure what to expect. We didn’t know these people and they didn’t know us. Ginger has Sadie. Charles has a Chihuahua named Lucky. And then there’s Goliath, their Yorkie granddog who comes over for doggy day care on weekdays and sometimes spends the night. I was the new kid on the block.
Fast forward exactly two months and I must say I’m pretty darn proud of the way I’ve fit in. Even if I can barely fit through the doggy door anymore. I’ve definitely become one of the gang. And after 12 years, I can write that I’m almost well-socialized. Sadie, who is a year older than me and therefore the queen, and I have developed a healthy respect for one another. Yesterday, we shared the kitchen rug for the first time. I think I intimidate Goliath, who kind of steps around me. And Lucky knows that even though we’re both Chihuahuas, I’m not interested in serious bonding with him. In the kitchen, we all hold our own.
You can tell from my backside in the top photo that I spend most of my time in the kitchen. Ginger is a very good cook. And her generosity that allows us to share her home is extended to the kitchen, where I hang out because I know Generous Ginger, as I like to call her, is going to give me little bits of whatever she’s cooking, as long as it’s healthy. And after dinner, we get the leftovers. I don’t get as much as the other dogs, just a tiny bit mixed in with my raw food so I don’t feel left out.
My mommy almost never shares her food with me. She makes me eat a raw diet, which I don’t mind because Primal is super yummy. But I wish she wouldn’t ration the nuggets so much. A girl’s gotta eat, ya know? And I’ve got a healthy appetite that matches that of my mommy, who once was told by a dear friend’s dad, after he witnessed her devour enough food to feed three people, that she would never get married because she eats too much. So you see where my appetite comes from. As much as I love Primal, there’s still nothing like chowing down on the food you bipeds eat. Ginger gives me cucumbers, asparagus, broccoli, chicken, beef, carrots, green beans and all sorts of other delicious food. She doesn’t want me to feel left out when she feeds the other three pups. Plus, I’m so cute that she can’t resist me.
Since my mommy is busy upstairs writing , she really has no idea how much food I’m eating. Yeah, she could keep me upstairs with her but then I don’t get to work on my deplorable social skills. Now I’m in the kitchen, eating every scrap I can find, and getting to spend time with other canines. I still get my Primal raw food though I think my mommy has been cutting back on the nuggets and not telling me. That’s why when no one is around, I also gobble kibble from the community bowl for Sadie, Lucky and Goliath. Every so often my mommy comes downstairs and catches me. The Lucifer in me just can’t help it. I get in trouble but it’s worth it for extra food. So what if I’m packing on some extra pounds on my backside.