My name is Bozo. I have a stubby nose, which makes me snuffle a lot. That makes people laugh at me.
Now, there are two types of laugh. One is friendly, so I don’t mind that at all.
After all, we are not all alike, are we? But the other is not friendly and means they enjoy making fun of one.
It must make them feel good about themselves. I try not to let it bother me much.
I am also not very big. In fact, I am rather small; which can be a problem. It means I have to watch out that I don’t get trod on. Or sat on. And it means I have to extra watch out that I don’t annoy anyone. Especially if my Mistress is not around to help me out.
Now, you may think that my being snuffily and small and having to watch out for myself, must mean that I am mostly unhappy. Not true! I am happy, for instance, when I'm in my basket sniffing my favourite blanket. And I am very happy when I'm chewing on a 'ChoppaChew'. I can happily chew on a 'ChoppaChew' for hours and hours. This chewing makes my jaw feel so strong that I could chew up table legs, chairs or even chew my way through a door if I wanted to. But I don’t, because I know that would make my Mistress unhappy. If there is anyone in the entire world I would least want to make unhappy, that one is my Mistress.
We have quite a problem with cats around here; and I often wonder just who they think they are. Talk about attitude! Because they can climb a fence in the twitch of a tail, they think they can invite themselves into one's back garden without so much as a please or thank you. And what is worse, once here, they don’t know how to behave. They sharpen their claws on the apple tree and scrape holes in the flowerbeds... and I don’t know what next! The worst one is Ginger from a few doors away. He comes in here and acts as if he owns the place! And the way he looks down his nose at me! I don’t care how big he is, if I catch him digging up any more of the Mistress’s plants I’ll… well, I don’t know what I'll do. But he will know if I catch hold of him!
You see, I know just how much time and effort my Mistress puts into this garden. And, what’s more… excuse me a minute… It isn’t… It is! It’s Ginger again! Look at him, sitting in the middle of the lawn as bold as can be! I'll see about that! But I know what he'll do. He’ll pretend he has not heard me snuffling down the path after him then, at the last moment, he will spring on top of the fence and smirk at me! But I don’t care – I’m off! Speak to you soon!
©Ed Jones 2006