I always thought being a celebrity sucks. Nowhere to go, no place to hide.

I have been staying up very late, working on a project. This Sunday the boys let me sleep in. Just when I thought life could not get any better, Husband said he will take Little J out for the day so I can do my own thing. I don’t often do my own thing, as you know, so I was on cloud nine. A little bit of blogging before going to the farm was in order.

I was sitting in my PJ’s around noon, having coffee and typing away in the dinning room when someone knocked on the door. I opened sheepishly and a bunch of kids stood on my porch. This girl knocked on the door a week ago, wanting to meet Big M. Only this time she brought entourage, in double digits. She asked if my dog can come out to play. Not my kid, my dog!

Well I told her this is not a good time. Sad faces left and made me feel awful. In my defense:

-I was wearing PJ’s

-I have never met any of these kids

-I have never met any of their parents

-I have no idea what planet they are from since I know everybody in our neighborhood

-they could be dog eating aliens in search of large dinner

-I was having a kid free day, so why would I entertain someone else’s children

-I was wearing my PJ’s

In any case I recovered quickly. I had latte with a shot of hazelnut to make me forget my evilness. I finished catching up reading my favorite blogs and was about to go upstairs when I heard the stomping on my porch and saw the kids in front of the door, AGAIN.

I dived behind the dinning chair. Big M went to the front door and pressed his snout against the windows. Which followed by kids pressing all their faces on the other side. They were oohing and aahing and my dog was enjoying the attention.

What was I to do? I mean they were not going to go away, right?

I hid under the table. I waited. I was in my PJ’s but I might as well be wearing baby clothes. I sure was acting like one.

So here is my wisdom of the week: KEEP YOUR BLINDS SHUT AND YOUR DOORS WINDOWLESS IF YOUR DOG IS A CELEBRITY.

Canine equivalent of Justin Bieber.

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