I wonder what PC means?

Hello everyone. Today I would like you all to meet Mumsie PC. She is my temporary Mumsie when Mom and Dad disappear for a while. Mumsie PC is my most favourite person next to Mom and Dad. I can bully her as much as I like and she does not smack me like Mom does when I am naughty. Good Mumsie! As you can tell Mumsie PC is also very trendy too with her pink slippers and socks.

Sometimes I hear her telling Mom about how naughty I am when I stay over…hiak hiak hiak… But I know deep down she loves having me around. I like staying with Mumsie PC too because I get away with so much more.

Whereas Mom…if I dare try to run off from my cushion inside the house Mom will not only scream at me, when she catches me, she will smack me on my bum too! *whinge whinge* Then she will stare at me and give me the evil eye and if I try to move a muscle I will get Mom screaming in my ear again. For those of you who have heard Mom screaming before and seen her evil eye, you know what kind of fear takes over (right Dad???!!).

Back to Mumsie PC - she thinks she is some kind of Olympic runner – she likes to take me for walks and she almost always takes me to the oval.
To RUN.

I like WALKING.
I repeat, W-A-L-K-I-N-G.
(Are you paying attention Mumsie PC? Because I know you secretly read this)
RUNNING is not really my thing, but Mumsie PC she LOVES to run because she gets to EXERCISE. This is a person who has a gym membership but NEVER goes to the gym.
?????????!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Instead she would rather torture me by taking me RUNNING to get her daily does of exercise. The gym is right next to the oval. I see people running on those machine thingamajigs at the gym. Why can’t she torture the machine by running on it? Why Why Why does she have to torture me? I think that instead of wasting her money on gym membership she never uses, she should instead use that money to buy toys and treats for me to compensate for all the torture that she puts me through.

I don’t like running because I just feel like my bum and thighs are jiggling, my hair is flapping around everywhere. You never know when there are some pretty bitches around who might see me in all my jiggling glory. I can’t get to sniff at every little tree or bush we pass and most importantly my short legs cannot keep up with hers. So I put on my brakes and she has to stop because I refuse to move faster than a tortoise.

Anyway here is Mumsie PC telling us pssst…Scooby, you are looking a bit skinny. Don’t worry, you’ll be staying over soon and I will fatten you up while your mummy is gone. But we’ll still go jogging ok because I need my EXERCISE….

NOOoooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo