As many of you may know by now, I am a traveling dog. I am incredibly loyal to my beloved owner who schleps me halfway around the world so I can pee against exotic trees.
But lately a male human started coming more and more often to the house. After a while, he settled into MY bed, stealing MY pillow, and stretching his long limbs on MY side! He even decided to steal MY spot on the couch! Little by little he moved more foreign stuff inside our home, and all of a sudden here he is walking me at night, and turning our dynamic duo into a trio: the male human moved in.
After almost eight years of pure bliss with my owner, another testosterone-generating entity has decided it was all right to intrude, without even consulting me first. Going so far as to even put his dirty human paws on my owner! Sure he can be nice, plays fetch with me, feeds me and sometimes takes care of me when my owner is away, but because she chose him that doesn't mean I necessarily agree with her choice!
Now it's becoming even fishier. You see, last week, my owner put on a dress, got a bouquet of flowers, the male human put on a tie, and they all left the house. When they came back, the male human told me he was now my official step-owner. Say what??? My owner married the male human who is now going to be an integral part of our lives. Good for her but don't you think she should have asked me first?
Image: Tao with his toy burger in his Amsterdam home, as recreated by Fifi based on a photograph. These Tao cards, as well as their matching large framed version, were a surprise present for Céline from mum on the occasion of her marriage.