Sometimes I daydream about how my Royal family will find me. I'll be sleeping one afternoon, the door bell will ring, and a human dressed all in black and wearing dark glasses (still don't understand the point of those things) will be at the door. The human will say he is on an important mission from the Queen, and Her Majesty requests my presence immediately! Of course, I will be completely unprepared, but let's face it, I always look spiffy. So, we leave immediately for our important meeting. Upon our arrival to the palace my mom is led to the tea room with some other humans, I am greeted by the doggy butler (a cat named Freddy).
Freddy takes me to the Royal doggy chambers, where I'm greeted by Doggy Princesses Willow and Holly. We talk over bowls of water and biscuits; I'm initially so star-struck that I don't know what to say. After a couple of biscuits we begin to break the ice, talking about the weather, our favourite (see what I did there!) kinds of fetch balls, the latest frisbee technology, what improvements could be made to rope toys, local walking trails, etc. Then we begin to discuss business. Willow and Holly explain to me how the late doggy Prince Monty is my uncle! His brother (my father) was adopted and taken back to America when they were just young pups. My father met my mother, an American, and she swept him off his paws. As Monty got older he kept trying to locate his brother, because that was the only family he had left. That's when he was able to locate me. Willow tells me that it was always Monty's wish that his next-of-kin take his place as part of the Queen's Royal doggies.
Of course, I am honored to accept. Willow and Holly further explain that this doesn't just mean eating delicious treats made for a king or laying around on the finest dog pillows all day. Sometimes the Royal doggies are called on important missions, like escorting the Queen to the Olympics with James Bond! I understand the importance of such a role. I explain how I continuously escort my mom everywhere, and I'm always vigilant of her safety; so, I'm rather confident in my abilities. Willow tells me that that comes as no surprise, since protecting humans is in my blood. I tell them I am quite eager to accept the position, but I have some conditions that must be met. First, I can't be apart of the Royal doggies unless my sister is to join me. Holly says they aren't fond of large dogs, but if I trust Bärli's expertise then they can accept this condition. Second, my mom and dad have to be able to come with me. Willow says that this will be much more difficult to coordinate. I tell them that these are my conditions, and I can't accept the post without these conditions being met. They say they might be able to get my parents into working on the Royal staff, and I think this is agreeable. My parents will be happy as long as they're with me. We're just finishing up the details of our contract, I'm getting ready to paw my signature...then...I wake up!!!
Well, maybe I'm royalty, or maybe I'm not. But I can always dream! Prince Sippi Konrath, 008!!!
Until that day comes, if it comes, I will be happy to just relax on my fluffy pillow bed, play tug-of-war with my sister, cuddle with my mom and dad, and enjoy my life:-)
Woof woof and cheers!
Sippi
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