Saturday, September 7, 2013

BLANKIES! An homage to MTV's Cribs by Layla Greyhound

I have hijacked Mommy's blog to give you a tour of my crib just like if we were on MTV and I was famous and you were watching me on TV. Ready? Here we go . . .

Our house is on a busy street which I am not allowed to run in because of cars and trucks. So I run with my Daddy and he is attached to me by his leash. So I don't lose him. Cause he will run all over the place if I let him out of my sight.


After our run I go to my bed in my Lair.


This is what my sign says, and it is true.


 Here's a picture of my bed after Mommy makes it for me.


But I have to fix it before I can sleep on it.


 Sleeping is my favorite thing ever! I think most greyhounds will say this.


Here I am waiting for my food. I sit this good no matter if I'm waiting for breakfast or dinner. I even sit when I get a carrot after I come in from outside.


Here's me doing my second favorite thing . . . eating!


My scorecard shows the number of prey I have dispatched from being alive. I am a good hunter, but Mommy doesn't like to clean up my victims. She also doesn't like it when I roll on them. Mommy grumbles about rocks and hard places while she hides the bodies.


Speaking of hunting, this is a picture of Under the Pinetree in the Front Yard. Sometimes an opossum will sneak along here, but I always hear him. And smell him. Opossums are stinky. I yell, "Begone, opossum! Take your pointy snout and your segmented tail and begone!" Usually this happens at something called four o'clock in the morning. I know this not because I can tell time but because Mommy says, "Layla it's four o'clock in the morning! Stop barking!"


My friend Lucy is wearing her Fall dress. Lucy helps me guard the perimeter of my house, but she's not very good at chasing off opossums, which is why I have to do it. Lucy doesn't say much, but she is a very good listener. She had a smaller friend named Cyllie, but the mailman knocked off Cyllie's head with his bag one day.


Sometimes I sleep in the corner under the dining room window. There is a nice square of sunshine here most of the time. If the sunshine is in a good mood it will rub my tummy while I lay here. Then I say, "Ahhhhhhhh . . . "


If the sunshine doesn't rub my tummy inside, I go outside and lay by the fence. Then the sun shines all over my fur and I say, "Ahhhhhhh." Mommy says getting a suntan like this helps my patches to stay brown all through the winter.


And that's my crib. Thank you for visiting. At the end of the MTV show the host says, "Get Out." But I am very polite, so I say, "I must take a nap now, so bye bye."


P.S. Mommy says I should type something called disclaimer saying once again that Cribs was a show on MTV and I am not stealing it. This is only an homage. Please don't sue us copyright attorneys or keepers of intellectual property. Kisses, L.