I'm Jealous of My Dog

Today is the very first installment of The Meowpocalypse, hosted by none other than my LP, Tiffany of Polka Dotted Cats. What is The Meowpocalypse you ask? Besides being a word that I cannot spell or pronounce, it's also a blog hop dedicated to pet stories.

As of late my dog Coco has been really good, no disaster stories to report this time. She's come a long way from eating bras and walls to being able to hang out alone in my apartment all day while I'm at work.

But there's another issue I'm having with her. She's a scene stealer.

You know that friend who all the guys flock to because she looks exotic? That's my dog. Not only is she brindle, she's also got a unique shape (she's half pit half basset hound) so people stop to tell me how they've never seen a dog quite like her. And how beautiful she is. And how pretty and shiny her hair is. And how she looks like she's always smiling. I GET IT, PEOPLE. SHE'S A-FREAKING-DORABLE! But what about me? You can say hi to me. You don't have to ignore me and talk to my dog only. I have feelings too, stranger on the street.

Best part? Coco is a diva when it comes to pictures. It's so hard to get her to look at the camera. Today, the streets of Hollywood, tomorrow the runways of Paris. I have to remind her that she's just plain ol' Coco, not Coco Chanel.