It’s Lizzie writing for Mason today. Mason asked me to because he is just plain exhausted from our morning book reading and signing at the Osterville Library. I think Mason gets himself very worked up at these events and by the time they are over, he just crashes. I don’t have the same interest in meeting “our public” (Mason’s words) because, as you know, I am quite shy. I like little children who are very quiet and gentle. They don’t scare me and I actually like being petted by them.
Mason, on the other hand, loves it when people get excited over him, exclaim about how cute or handsome he is, and run around with him. If you didn’t know Mason, you would assume he really loves everyone (which he does) but what he actually loves more is the thought that they may give him food! He always has an ulterior motive. He cracks me up because I can see just what he is really after and most people don’t have a clue.
Mason makes such a big deal over these appearances, telling me to look perky, eager, and alert. He says I act like a loser by hiding under a chair or behind Grandpa’s legs. He says my droopy looking tail turns people off and that I really need to “turn it on” for the crowd. I’m sorry, Mason, but I am not like you and never will be. I do try to be friendly but I can’t light up like a Christmas tree on a moment’s notice. Mason says we’ve got to give the people what they want, and what they want is some “razzle dazzle.” I don’t know about that. I’m just Lizzie…nothing more, nothing less. I figure that folks will either like me or they won’t, regardless of how I “work the room.”
Okay, that’s it from me today. I know Mason will tear this to shreds after he wakes up from his beauty nap. He specifically said, “Don’t make a fool out of yourself, Lizzard, and try to sound mildly intelligent.” As Popeye would say, “I yam what I yam.”
Thanks for reading!