Psst… que pasa, Charlee?
What’s up, Bultaco?
How does one know when one ees truly an inmate of zee Casa, and not intransiente’?
Well, Bull, there is no vetting process, you just show up and kind of stick around, and you eventually become family. The same is true of my siblings around the world; most show up in the beginning just to check out the train wreck that is the Casa del Whackos and quickly transform from casual observers to inmates.
But how does one know REALLY know that a change of address ees not in my future? That I weel not be deported?
Well, one sign is when you stake out your claim on the bed; another is when you start getting invited along for rides to the hardware store, trips to Sonic, or even aimless drives “just because”. But in my case, as well of that of Miss Ellie, Stevie, et al, I knew I was a permanent fixture when I found my voice; it’s a lot more difficult for dad to re-home a dog that has the ability to divulge what REALLY goes on behind the scenes of the Casa, at least until the statute of limitations expires.
Zees ees great news! I must send immediate word to mi familia in the old country, that they might begeen their journey’s north!
You might want to re-think that decision, Bull; between Max, Mia, Angel, and myself, the dad-lovin’s are getting spread pretty thin as it is. Do you really want to bring more dogs into the equation?
Oh, Charlee, you must learn to theenk outside zee box; I have zee secret weapon!
Oh? What’s that?
Mi nuevo mamacita! I weel make her MY loyal subject! While you and Papa are on trips on le motorcyclia, I weel cast mi spell on her! I weel hog her side of zee bed! Her burritos shall be MI burritos!
You’re not as helpless as you look.