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<title>My Life on Long Island</title>
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<description>Dogster diary for the dog Tess</description>
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<copyright>Copyright 2013 by Tess &amp; Dogster</copyright>
<pubDate>Wed, 22 May 2013 12:34:36 PDT</pubDate>
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		<title>A Dog's Life Survey</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/622468</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 20 Sep 2009 20:36:23 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I saw this survey on a friend's page and decided to do my own! 

.:About you:.

Name:  Tess

A ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I saw this survey on a friend's page and decided to do my own! 

.:About you:.

Name:  Tess

Age (in dog years):  4

Age (in human years):  28, I think

Breed:  Jack Russell terrier

Fur color: Tan/brown/white

Fur Pattern:  Brown and white body coloring with a tan facial mask... I also have a narrow white stripe running down my face

Size: Small (but BIG at heart)

Weight: 13 pounds

Nuetered/Spayed:  Spayed

Where are you now:  Outside in my yard doing critter patrol with my boys

How many brothers/sisters did/do you have: In my litter, I had one sister and four or five brothers (can't quite remember, it was so long ago since I've been with them). Now in my house I have a JRT "brother" and a Basenji/JRT "brother."

Do you have any strange markings: No

Were you adopted from a pound: No

.:Favorites:. 

Food:  Anything raw

Sleeping spot:  Stretched out by Mom or Dad's feet

Walking place:  My neighborhood

Bone: Any raw meaty bone

Treat: Bully sticks

Animal to chase: Squirrels, birds, cats... anything that comes into my yard is fair game

.:Top 3:. 

Who's your #1 friend:  Sully

#2 friend:  Izzy

#3 friend:  Mom and Dad

What's your #1 toy:  Cuz balls

#2 toy:  Any other type of ball

#3 toy:  Anything squeaky or full of stuffing that I can disembowel

.:Have you ever:. 

Been to the beach:  No

Seen snow: Yes

Traveled out of your town: Yes

Bite a person:  Yes... Mom says I had an attitude as a puppy

Been bit BY a person: No

Ate a frog:  Probably

Broke a leg or paw: No

.:Extras:. 

Most annoying thing a human can do:  Ignore me when I want something

Most awesome thing a human can do:  Throw the Cuz ball for me over and over and over

Boyfriend/girlfriend:  My JRT girlfriend Shyla who lives in the house behind ours

Do you wear a collar: Yes

If so what color:  Purple - the color of royalty, DUH]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Trapped in the closet!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/427258</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 18 Feb 2008 15:26:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yeah, I know, the title for this entry sounds risque.  BITE ME, you dirty-minded humans!

I was tr ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yeah, I know, the title for this entry sounds risque.  BITE ME, you dirty-minded humans!

I was trapped in an ACTUAL closet yesterday.

I don't know how it happened except that I have some of the dumbest pawrents in the world.  I was sniffing around in their bedroom closet - hey, its where Dad keeps his dirty clothes and they smell interesting! - when all of a sudden, the door slammed shut.  I figured it was just a mistake and Mom or Dad would let me out in a minute.  Nope.  Five minutes passed... then ten... then twenty... then forty...

I was in there for over two hours.  I got so nervous that they were never coming back for me that I pooped in the closet... figuring that I wouldn't get in trouble for it because I'd be dead by the time one of the humans opened the closet door again.

Well, they FINALLY found me.  Mom wasn't even upset about the poop!  She hugged me really tightly - bleccchhh - and kept saying something like, "Don't ever scare me like that again!  Mommy was SO worried about you!  What were you DOING in the CLOSET?"

Mom's a moron.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Birthday, etc.</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/371204</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Oct 2007 10:33:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>First of all, thank you so much to all of the dogs who remembered my birthday yesterday!  I loved th ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ First of all, thank you so much to all of the dogs who remembered my birthday yesterday!  I loved the rosettes and the birthday wishes and the fact that Dogster HQ gave me some bones!  This place rocks and I love you all!  (Thanks also to SmartJacks and Chloe', who always remembers special occasions!)  I got a peanut butter cake and some peanut butter "pupcakes" to share (grrr) with the others.  Mom got the goodies from East End Pet Bakery, the place where a lot of our fresh-baked treats come from.  I love that place!  The treats are DELICIOUS!

Okay... we've been MIA from Dogster for quite a while now because Mom and Dad recently got married!  Life has been pretty frantic ever since then because they're settling into the house with all their new stuff (they lived together before they got married though), Dad started a new job at the bank, and Mom went back to work and grad school.  So the computer is constantly in use and it's really hard for us pups to sneak onto it and go to Dogster.  My apologies... I know we've probably been missing lots of stuff and that stinks!
  
Anyway, Mom took us to the dog park again the other day and I think I got myself in trouble.  You see, I love to bark to get other dogs to play with me.  (Mom tells me this is annoying but ask me if I care.)  Mom took us into the big dog section of the park because there's usually nobody in the small dog section (and anyway, it's very boring... no offense, small dogs, but most of you just aren't active enough for me!), and when she released us I began barking like crazy and trying to start a game of chase with the big guys.  A TON of dogs came running over and I got a little bit defensive because I felt overwhelmed with the amount of dogs surrounding me.  They all were WAY bigger and some of them were getting rough with me... I think they were bothered by my barking, the no-fun jerks.  So I tried defending myself and I guess I started a little bit of a dog fight.  Sully tells me that Mom was calling me over and over again but I honestly couldn't hear a thing except for my own barking and the other dogs' snarling.  Finally, this man named Mitch grabbed me up, held me really close, and talked soothingly as all the other dogs swirled around our bench and their pawrents came over to calm them down.  Mom was PISSED at me; I could tell.  (I'm glad Mitch caught me and not her.)  After a little while, Mitch put me down on the ground and I ran around the park, calmer and quieter this time.  But somehow (I'll spare everyone all of the details), this happened twice more with me at the center of a huge fighting pack.  Mitch got bitten during the fray... I felt bad about that.  Mom fixed him up with her first-aid kit (which she always brings to the park just in case) and he was very thankful... then she leashed me and collected Sully and Izzy and we left the park.  The whole way home, I sat in the backseat quietly because I could feel Mom's anger.  I don't think my brothers were too happy with me either; they'd been having a good time at the park before we had to leave.  Sully told me that I ruined the day.  WHATEVER.  It's not my fault that some dogs took my barking funny... I just wanted to play!  

Mom says I'm banned from the park.  My life just isn't fair.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dog park news</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 10 Sep 2007 16:53:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday we had a great time because Mom and Dad took us to the dog park!  Yep... that's right folk ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday we had a great time because Mom and Dad took us to the dog park!  Yep... that's right folks... they finally persuaded the uptight hoity-toities that control Long Island to set aside some land in a couple of state parks for us dogs!  It was really cool... although Mom and Dad had a little trouble finding the place because it wasn't clearly marked, some nice people helped us and soon we were in the park!  At first I was frustrated because we were stuck in the "small dog" area, which was EMPTY and much smaller than the "big dog" area!  What gives?  I don't need to be in the small dog area because I'm NOT small; I'm as big-hearted as any pit bull or mastiff out there and just as tough too!  Plus I can run and play with the big dogs; no little delicate pups need apply to play with me!  I like to play rough and snap and tumble and jump!  Anyway, once Mom and Dad saw that there was a Pomeranian in the big dog area, I guess they figured it was okay to take me and Sully and Izzy in there too.  When they let us off our leashes I ran as FAST as I could and even let out a few barks just for the sheer pleasure of it all!  WOW it felt good to run flat-out like that!  I chased a big Golden retriever mix who was very friendly and got acquainted with a really fat Rottweiler who was very sweet!  There were some small children there too and I let them give me belly rubs... it's usually Sully's department to deal with kids but people ought to know that I like them too... just not as much as he does.  This park was so neat because it was way bigger than our backyard and had lots of other dogs too!  Sully kept wandering into the wooded area and he had diarrhea that Mom couldn't clean up.  I don't think she was too happy about that.  I did a nice solid poop in the small dog area... not because I had to go, but simply because I wanted to let the pawrents know exactly how I felt about being confined to the small dog area.  I know DARN well I don't belong there!  Maybe my wussy little brother, but certainly not stouthearted me!

Mom says that another dog park is opening next month that's even closer to our house and much BIGGER than the one we just visited!  She says we're going to make the dog park a regular outing once the one close to us opens us!  Hooray!  I'm so excited that I just gotta BARK!  (Oh yeah, and some people shouldn't be allowed in the dog park... like the lady who said loudly in Dad's vicinity, "Get that puppy under control!" when I was letting out a few barks yesterday.  EXCUSE ME?  FIRST of all, I'm not a puppy, you twit; and SECONDLY, I am a DOG and I was having FUN!  A few barks never hurt anyone and I stopped every time Mom told me to... since when is it a crime for a DOG to BARK?  Grrrrr... yep, I'm growling at her.  Only in this diary though... I wouldn't growl at people no matter how much they may deserve it because, let's face it, my manners are MUCH better than some people's... and that's the way I like it!  That way, when they're acting like turds and they think they're superior to me just because I'm a dog, I can just roll my eyes and digest what a load that is!  BOL!  Makes me laugh!)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mom's new job</title>
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				<pubdate>Sat, 28 Jul 2007 08:49:15 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom has been out of work for a little while, so we really haven't been able to do much and she's bee ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom has been out of work for a little while, so we really haven't been able to do much and she's been hogging the computer to apply for jobs... so we haven't really been on Dogster either.  But yesterday, Mom got a new job... and MAN is it the sweetest job ever!  She's working for Vo-Toys Inc., which is this HUGE dog toy company!  They als make apparel, rawhides, and costumes for special occasions... they have a ton of stuff!  Mom is an assistant to the national sales manager so she does all of the organizing and data entry and stuff like that.  The coolest part?  Us dogs get FREE TOYS and we get to go to work with Mom and test toys sometimes!  HOW PAWSOME IS THAT?  Mom came home after her first day of work yesterday with an armload of squeaky toys left over from the Halloween stock and I had a blast tearing them apart and leaving fuzzy entrails all over the entire house!  WOO-HOO!  I am so excited about this new job!  I hope she brings me to work sometimes and doesn't just bring Sully.  He gets to go everywhere and I'm always stuck at home just because I pee when I'm greeting people.  Mom repeatedly tells me to calm down and that people don't like it.  I wish she could understand Dog language because I keep trying to tell her that pee is a GOOD thing and the humans should like that I would be so gracious as to make them think that they're the ones in charge!  (HAHA all of us dogs know that's not true though!)  Argh... we'll have to wait and see what happens.  Hopefully Mom will bring me to her office and I can try out some new toys.  She's always saying that if a toy can survive me, then it's truly indestructible.  So far nothing has beaten me... and I plan to keep it that way!  After all, what's the point of getting a toy if you can't destroy it?  Looking at it day after day will get incredibly boring... they must be destroyed!!

Now I know you're all jealous because my mom has this pawsome new job... I finally join the ranks of dogs whose pawrents have jobs in OUR industry!  Yay!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Den carpet</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/330278</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 29 Jun 2007 08:15:21 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday Mom and Dad put us outside for most of the day.  It was crazy hot and I was not amused bec ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday Mom and Dad put us outside for most of the day.  It was crazy hot and I was not amused because I hate having to pant like mad.  Yeah, we had plenty of water but GEEZ... they have a little thing called air conditioning and I didn't understand why we couldn't be inside.  These men came over and started banging around in the den and making lots of noise.  I was barking but Mom and Dad didn't seem to care that they were making me look rude.  Isn't it protocol to greet guests promptly?  I thought so...

Once the men left, Mom let us inside... and I knew something was different immediately.  We have new carpet in the den!!!!  It is really nice and soft, and I am enjoying it a lot.  It was worth it to be stuck in the heat because now I can lay all over the floor and be surrounded by luxury and comfort wherever I land.  It's so great!  Our old carpet was really old and threadbare and even though I'm not horribly picky about where to lay, someplace soft is always preferred.  The only thing that annoys me about this new carpeting is the smell.  I had the old one smelling like us dogs no matter what Mom did to try and remove the odor.  Now this one smells... well, NEW.  And I'm not a fan.  Guess I'll have to do something about this as soon as possible... any ideas that wouldn't get me in trouble?

Oh yes; this carpet is also thicker, so I can't push my toys underneath the couch and dig them out.  Something will have to be done to remedy that as well.

I have some thinking to do...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Eau de avian (the dead kind)</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/329430</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 27 Jun 2007 05:20:53 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Lots of stuff has happened at our house lately so I haven't had much time to write.  There are lots  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Lots of stuff has happened at our house lately so I haven't had much time to write.  There are lots of squirrels and birds out this morning and I've gotta get to chasing them, but I just had to tell the Dogster community that we found another dead bird the other day and the smell was intoxicatingly beautiful!All of us took turns rolling on it and I was in HEAVEN.  The bird was full of maggots and flies!  I think Sully and I rolled the most and we definitely smelled the best!

You can probably guess what Mom did once she caught a whiff of us...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Glory be the day... the boys were in trouble!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/323997</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 13 Jun 2007 21:12:50 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Ohhhhhh YES.  Mom's spoiled little man, Sully, did something even she couldn't ignore.  He and Izzy  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Ohhhhhh YES.  Mom's spoiled little man, Sully, did something even she couldn't ignore.  He and Izzy grabbed Izzy's towel out of the crate and were shredding it to pieces on the living room carpet.  When Mom found them she was PISSED!  She made them go for time-outs in their crates but she let ME stay out and play.  It's about time Sully got into some serious trouble that he couldn't just roll over on his belly and make Mom forget!  She yelled at him and everything!!

Sorry... I know it's mean... but you just have no idea what it feels like to be the GOOD DOG and get yelled at more than your little brother just because he likes to snuggle and can do some silly tricks if he thinks you'll feed him.  I'm the loyal one who sits at Mom's feet, and she yells at me way more than she ever does him.  It's so unfair that I just can't talk about it anymore.
Izzy is a hellraiser.  With him around I look like an angel who couldn't do anything wrong even if I tried.  He is PAWSOME!!

Oh yeah, yesterday Mom laughed at me because I was eating my bully stick in the yard and the lawn guy came rumbling through on his mower and I didn't feel like moving from my spot.  Eating around the other dogs is so annoying because they hover like vultures and it does nothing for my sensitive constitution to have them around my food.  So I stayed smack in the middle of the lawn and made the guy mow around me.  When Mom saw me nonchalantly chomping on the bully stick while that lawn man putt-putted all around me, she was hysterical!  I personally could care less that he's in the yard.  I only bark at the back door when he's in there because I know how oblivious humans are and I just want to make sure Mom knows he's out there wreaking havoc on my grass.  (Yes, it's MY grass.  Don't let anyone tell you otherwise!)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The dryer died</title>
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				<pubdate>Sun, 10 Jun 2007 14:32:00 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Well, I exaggerate just a bit.  The dryer is DYING.  It's quite a process and it's making the most t ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Well, I exaggerate just a bit.  The dryer is DYING.  It's quite a process and it's making the most terrible noises I've ever heard.  I really wish Mom and Dad would just put the darn thing out of its misery because everytime they put a load into the dryer it just about makes me deaf.  Don't they realize that if those noises hurt THEIR ears then they must be KILLING ours?  Dogs' hearing is sooooo much better than humans'!

Jared was outside mowing his lawn this afternoon and I just stood at the fence and barked at him.  Really, I bark to issue a challenge and warning:  He'd better keep that mower off my property or else he will PAY!  I don't like lawnmowers because they cut the grass down really short and then I have a hard time eating it.  Mom calls me a cow because I graze a lot.  If eating delicious grass is truly grounds for being called a cow, then MOOOO.  Freakin' moo-moo-moo.

Auntie's moving out today.  I'm sad to see her go even though she grabs me and cuddles me sometimes.  She's a softy and she's pretty easy to manipulate... if she goes, then it's just us and Mom and Dad.  And they are not easy to manipulate at all.  I know some humans are very easy to train but ours are super-stubborn.  Good thing I'm a Jack Russell because that automatically makes me smarter than all humans.  Eventually I'll figure out how to break 'em down.  Does anyone else have extraordinarily stubborn humans?  If you do and you have any suggestions for going about training them to obey the Jack Russell (or any dog, for that matter), please feel free to p-mail me!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tag - I'M IT!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/315990</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 27 May 2007 09:31:36 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I got Dogster-tagged by my pal Brinlee!    :)

Listen up for the rules:  You must list seven pawso ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I got Dogster-tagged by my pal Brinlee!    :)

Listen up for the rules:  You must list seven pawsome facts about yourselves (try to be as creative as possible, it makes for fun reading!) in your diary.  Then, list seven of your Dogster pals at the end of the entry and send them all p-mails or rosettes telling them they've been tagged!  Then they have to do the same as you.  (Make sure you tell them to read your diary for instructions, otherwise they may be very confused.)

Getitgotitgood?

Excellent!  Now, about ME:

1.  The only way I'm comfortable riding in the car is when Mom lets me stick my head out the window.  Otherwise, I'm a hyperventilating mess.

2.  My current project in the yard is digging a super-deep hole.  It's so deep that Mom can't see me when I'm down in it.  Mom says I'm digging to China... I don't know where that is but I'd be happy to visit!

3.  Although I look big and "butch" (as Dad says), I have the highest-pitched bark of all the dogs in the house!  I sound like a puppy!

4.  When I was younger and dumber, I hopped up on the kitchen table and helped myself to some of Mom's college graduation cake.  Boy was I in trouble!

5.  My favorite toys EVER are the small Cuz balls.  I can amuse myself for hours with one of them!

6.  I don't like to be held.  Bellyrubs are good... but only if I feel like it!

7.  I love to snuggle with Sully, especially on the dog bed.  We are very close and Mom calls us "two peas in a pod."  But if you tell anyone that I love Sully I'll beat you up!

Okay, now to tag some of my buddies (in no particular order):

1.  Zoe
2.  Jasmine
3.  Odie
4.  Adam
5.  Bailey, NPC
6.  Breeze
7.  Radar]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Wet and happy about it!</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 18 May 2007 15:55:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>It's raining today... but did that stop our fun?  Nooooooo way!  

Our new brother Izzy is a BLAST ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ It's raining today... but did that stop our fun?  Nooooooo way!  

Our new brother Izzy is a BLAST!  He just loves to run around the yard and bark at things and dig holes... just like ME!  And he doesn't really get tired and bored the way Sully does (no offense, Sully) so we can play much longer.  The only thing that makes me angry about Izzy is that he sometimes plays with Sully and not me.  He and Sully will wrestle and I want no part of that; they're loud and obnoxious when they play.  I prefer a quieter, rougher approach myself.  Also, sometimes I get into moods where I don't want to play with anyone at all and I'd rather be by myself, like when I have one of my Cuz balls or a cow hoof.  Then Izzy runs up and gets in my face and I have to snap and snarl at him to let him know that he's acting like a horse's you-know-what.  
Besides those couple of complaints, living with three other dogs is pretty great.  There's always someone to play with or lay down with, and Grandma even got us a brand new Orvis bed so we can all lay together!  We're not comfortable enough with Izzy yet to let him lay with us directly, but Mom says we're going to have to let him sometime because it's mean to leave him out.  Whatever.  He has to EARN his way onto the bed!  Once he can sit still for more than a half hour without vibrating or quivering then I'll be happy to invite him on the Orvis.  Ohhh, that thing is comfortable.  Sully and I snoozed on it last night and it was one of the best sleeps I've ever had.

Mom is annoyed because we are soaking wet and muddy from playing outside.  We are tracking mud on the floor, she says.  We are jumping on her pants and leaving muddy pawprints, she says.  We leave mud on the glass door, she says.  We stink, she says.  

Know what I say about that?  "Blah blah blah, Mom's no fun, blah blah blah, maybe she should get dirty once in a while, blah blah blah!"

Muddy paws are great!  (So is being a wet, stinky dog!  I wouldn't trade my life for anything... Mom always has to go to work and I get to stay home and dig holes in mud!  Wooooo-hoooooo!)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>I'm so flattered!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/308495</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 14 May 2007 07:20:55 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>WOW!  Today I am DOG OF THE DAY on Dogster!!!  Wooo-hoooo... I've gotten lots of Pup Pal requests an ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ WOW!  Today I am DOG OF THE DAY on Dogster!!!  Wooo-hoooo... I've gotten lots of Pup Pal requests and I'm very very happy to have more friends (you can NEVER have too many, as Mom always says)!  Mom says I will get a special treat for being DOTD!  Yesssss... can't wait to see Sully drool over MY treat, hee hee hee!  Perhaps I will share with him... if he acknowledges that TODAY is ALL ABOUT ME!

Thanks everyone for being so nice!  Dogster is the BEST!     :)     :)    :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>A running partner for me?</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 9 May 2007 17:27:34 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom and Dad must be crazy.  They're adding ANOTHER DOG.  

[Sigh.]

Ever since Buddy died, our h ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom and Dad must be crazy.  They're adding ANOTHER DOG.  

[Sigh.]

Ever since Buddy died, our house has had a decent amount of dogs come and go... and unfortunately, two who stayed (HAHA Sully and Spice!).  Now Mom is "fostering" a Jack Russell/Basenji mix.  She swears that it's probably only going to be temporary but I know her better than she knows herself... the only way she'd give up that dog is if me, Sully, or Spice didn't get along with him AT ALL.  Which probably won't happen because, despite myself, I like other dogs a lot.  As long as they're friendly to me I don't have a problem, and even if they're mean to me, I usually just ignore them and try to get away from them.  (Are you listening, Zoe?)

Mom says he was abused.  I hope he's not all crazy because of that.  Call me unsympathetic but some dogs just need to get over their issues... all humans aren't mean and horrible!  Our family is great!

Mom and Dad say that this new dog, Izzy - and WHAT kind of a name is that for a boy dog? - is a really fast and energetic runner and that maybe I'll get a decent running partner at last.  Perhaps this situation isn't so bad after all.  I betcha Sully's going to FLIP OUT once he realizes he's not the only boy anymore and he can't soak up all of the attention like a spoiled little prince.  

Hee hee... this could be quite entertaining for me...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Invasion of the naughty dogs</title>
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				<pubdate>Mon, 30 Apr 2007 10:47:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday Mom and Dad threw a barbeque.  I love when they do this because lots of people come over a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday Mom and Dad threw a barbeque.  I love when they do this because lots of people come over and someone will always chase me, feed me, or throw the ball for me.  Plus they all congregate outside and there's delicious smells coming from the BBQ all day long!  In short, barbeques are tons of fun, and yesterday's was fun too... but I have to tell you something about other dogs now.  Please don't judge me as a traitor to my species, but these dogs were REALLY NAUGHTY.

Hey, I like to do doggy things as much as the next canine.  I adore snacking on my own delectable poop, killing anything squeaky and stuffed, digging huge muddy holes in the yard, and barking my head off at Shyla (the JRT who lives in the house behind ours).  I will chase squirrels and tennis balls until I collapse.  I LOVE BEING A DOG!  However... part of being a dog is being good, human-style.  If you do what the humans want you to do, your life will be much simpler and more pleasant.  No one knows this better than me, as I used to be what some (okay, MOST) would classify as "naughty."  Not anymore!  Mom and I went through training and now I am very good.  For the most part, Sully and Spice are good too.  I cannot say the same for our canine guests yesterday.

I don't wanna rat anyone out, but REALLY.  There are limits to my patience.

First of all, Zoe and Jasmine came over.  I love Jasmine!  She has gotten very big (like me!) and loves to run and chase balls and play rough!  She also went in the baby pool with me (yes, Mom finally got us that pool she's been promising for a while) and we had fun diving for rocks and rubber balls.  She's very sweet and friendly, although she does have issues with jumping on the furniture uninvited (at our house, that's a big no-no).  Zoe, however... totally different story.  That dog needs to go on Cesar Millan's show or something.  I'm SERIOUS.  The whole time yesterday she was attacking all of us dogs and trying to start fights for no reason.  She even made the 3.5 month old puppy scream and cry.  You don't pick on PUPPIES!  That's just plain wrong.  She needs help.  I still love her, but get her into doggie therapy quick, godparents!  She needs HELP!

That puppy that I mentioned?  He's supposedly a Jack like us, but he didn't look anything like us at ALL.  Mom though he might be a Parson's since he has longer legs than us, but even with the longer legs he still doesn't look like a JRT.  Perhaps when he grows older he'll seem more "Jack-like."  Any-who, I know I said it's wrong to hurt puppies - and it IS - but this puppy... holy cow!  He was so naughty I couldn't believe it!  He dove headfirst into my godmom's homemade spinach dip and breadbowl... feasted out of the huge container of macaroni salad... kept jumping right up on the table and chairs... and launched himself into the lap of Aunt Kim, who is very pregnant!  And.... drumroll please... he GROWLED and SNARLED and BIT MY MOM.  That's right.  My MOM.  I thought maybe the puppy wouldn't get out of the barbeque still alive.  You don't mess with Mom, EVER.  No matter how much of a puppy you are, she will put you in your place.  He kept stealing beer bottlecaps off the ground and the tabletop and trying to eat them.  Mom tried to get one out of his mouth and he went INSANE!  He really tried to attack her!  I only heard about this secondhand and it's a good thing because I definitely would not have let the little stinker get away with that... I would have had some crate time if I disciplined him the way I saw fit so it's probably lucky that I wasn't right there.  Mom just grabbed him by the scruff and firmly told him NO and waited him out.  When he stopped struggling and snarling and trying to bite, she praised him and kissed him and put him down.  By the end of the day he was better, but WHOA he needs some training!  His dad is my dad's friend Elmo.  I think Elmo needs to stop playing party games and start pulling his dog's head out of the food.  How else will that puppy learn?

WHEW.  I'm still exhausted from all of the craziness yesterday!

Oh yeah, Mom and Dad's friend Bobby brought his puggle over too.  Her name is Lexi and she is really sweet!  I liked her because she was playful and Bobby watches her to make sure she doesn't get in trouble.  I like that!  (Don't get it twisted; I really am not a goody-two-shoes.  I just know what would happen to me if I behaved like these dogs and let me tell you, my life would be really boring for a looooooong time if I tried to pull shenanigans like that.  Same with Sully and Spice.  Mom does NOT play around with obedience.  We are not perfect but we sure as heck aren't unruly or impolite!)

Well, my diatribe is over for now.  Spice and I strongly suspect that there's a whole family of squirrels living inside of our broken shed.  We're currently trying to devise a way to break inside and GET 'EM, once and for all!!  Wish us luck!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What, am I invisible?</title>
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				<pubdate>Fri, 27 Apr 2007 12:32:02 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>I'd like to know why everytime I post something on the Dogster Forums lately, no one ever replies or ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ I'd like to know why everytime I post something on the Dogster Forums lately, no one ever replies or posts after me!  GEEZ... do I smell like a squirrel?  Am I invisible or something?  Just wondering... I like to post on the forums but if I'm responsible for shutting down every thread then I bet they'll kick me off soon.  Ugh.

It's RAINING again today.  What happened to all of the sun?  We've had so much fun the past few days cause it's been really sunny and warm and Mom and Dad leave us outside most of the day!  I've been digging a lot and loving every moment of it!  And Mom still hasn't given us baths yet... it's been at least a couple of weeks and I smell PAWSOME!  (I'm sure Mom will be bathing us soon though because they're having a barbeque this weekend and for some reason, when people come over they insist that everything looks "clean."  I say why waste energy cleaning when there are squirrels to chase and tennis balls to de-fuzz?  But humans don't really know how to relax.  They are constantly preoccupied with silliness like cleaning the house and going to work.  Nonsense, I say!)

[Sigh]  I suppose I'll get off the computer now and go take a nap.  There's nothing else to do on a rainy day like today.  And if Mom thinks I'm gonna set foot outside to pee or poop, she can just forget it.  I'll go out in rain, but not when whole buckets of it are sloshing from the sky!  I'd rather hold it in until the rain lets up, thankyouverymuch.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What's a diet?</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/299294</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 11:28:14 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom says she's putting me on a diet.  What in the world is that?  I think I heard her tell Dad that  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom says she's putting me on a diet.  What in the world is that?  I think I heard her tell Dad that she's cutting down on my treats and food... that BETTER NOT be her plan!!  I will be very grouchy!  I work too hard around here to be deprived of treats... like I've written before, I'm the one who enforces the rules in the house!  Grrrr... I am not in a good mood.  Sully better not keep getting treats... if I'm on a diet then so is HE!

There have been some stories in our newspaper lately about pit bulls attacking and killing smaller dogs.  This makes me upset because people are just too quick to judge an entire breed by the actions of a few dogs whose only real crime was having irresponsible pawrents.  Who even knows if pit bulls really did the attacking?  People witness a dog attack and automatically assume it must be a bully breed whether or not the dog is actually a pit. Even though we're not bully breeds, Mom hates hearing about BSL because she believes it's unfair to discriminate against a certain breed of dog or dogs that look a certain way.  They are proposing a ban on pit bulls near our hometown and Mom is going to fight it any way she can!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Two-a-days</title>
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				<pubdate>Wed, 28 Mar 2007 21:46:56 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's right.  Now that the weather is FINALLY better Mom has started up the walks again!  I couldn' ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's right.  Now that the weather is FINALLY better Mom has started up the walks again!  I couldn't be happier about that - I LOVE WALKS!  I have to wear that awful Gentle Leader headcollar thing every time I go out now... but at least Sully has to wear it too now.  He was such a weenie about it when he was younger, but now Mom's all proud of him because he's walking nicely on a leash... JUST LIKE I'VE BEEN DOING NOW FOR OVER A YEAR.  [Sigh] I guess this is the curse of being "the good dog."  Mom totally takes it for granted that I'm so good all the time.  I hope she realizes that this means she needs to buy me more treats than the other dogs.

Dad and his friend Mike (who I love because he chases me and plays rough when he comes over) ripped out our kitchen floor and we haven't been allowed in there all week.  That annoys me because Auntie was cooking pasta on the stove and usually when I sit by her I'll get something to eat.  Pasta is good!  I also "vacuum" the floor for them.  I hope this new floor isn't self-cleaning because then I might never get any food scraps again.

Dad brought home something called "fried green beans" from Friday's tonight.  I personally liked the smell of his burger better but he did share some of the green beans with me and Sully.  They tasted pretty good!  I wish Mom would've given up some of her mozzarella sticks but she didn't even part with a crumb!  Booooo!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>An army of Cuz</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/287212</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 22 Mar 2007 21:16:11 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom got me more Cuz balls!  That's the good news.  The bad news is that she's only giving me one at  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom got me more Cuz balls!  That's the good news.  The bad news is that she's only giving me one at a time and I saw at least four come out of the box.  What gives?  I suppose it's because Spice destroys them so fast and Mom doesn't want to "waste money."  Not exactly sure what that means but I know that she needs money to get us treats and toys and stuff, so she must get upset when Spice chews up the Cuz balls.  I know I do!  One day I'm just gonna lose it when I see her chewing up one of my Cuzes... do you KNOW how many I'd have by now if that little wretch kept her jaws off my stuff?!  Grrrr...

Must calm down.  There's still birthday cake in the fridge from Sully's birthday bash... maybe Mom will give me a piece if I give her dirty looks and walk over to the fridge.  I really would like some cake.  Good stuff.

I dug in the MUD today!!  Yessss!  All the melting snow has made the yard muddy and dirty and I came inside caked in mud!  Then Mom put me in the tub and turned the water on.  BOO.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>St. Patrick's Day</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/285103</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 17 Mar 2007 21:26:10 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Happy St. Patrick's Day to all of our friends on Dogster and everywhere else!  May the luck 'o the I ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Happy St. Patrick's Day to all of our friends on Dogster and everywhere else!  May the luck 'o the Irish be with you as you celebrate the good times with friends, family, and (best of all) your DOGS!!  As a true Irish lass I had a great time celebrating with Mom, Sully, Spice, Auntie, Godmom Heather, Zoe, and Jasmine!  We even got shamrock cookies to snack on - DELICIOUS!  

Well I am exhausted from all of the revelry so I'm going to bed.  Happy St. Paddy's Day everyone!     :)]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>BBQ Bones!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/283373</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 13 Mar 2007 19:39:57 PDT</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Mom brought home a couple of bones today and they tasted sooooooo good!  (That's right, &quot;they&quot; did.. ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Mom brought home a couple of bones today and they tasted sooooooo good!  (That's right, "they" did... I got both of them because Sully and I switched halfway through so we could sample each other's bones!  Smart, eh?)  They are BBQ-flavored!  She also brought me another small Cuz ball and I'm soooooooooo excited about that too!  I already killed the squeaker but I still love playing with them!  Now I have two small Cuz balls and one big Cuz ball without feet because Spice chewed them off.  My aim is to collect hundreds of Cuz balls!  Mom keeps foiling my plans though because she throws our toys away when they become too raggedy.  She says they're a choking hazard.  I think she just gets sick of cleaning up the toy pieces from the floor.  We keep TRYING to eat them so she won't have to clean them up, but then she says, "Guys STOP EATING RUBBER!" and we have to spit it out.  Some people just don't understand how to accept help!

There's a little Jack Russell in the new IKEA commercial.  I think he's so cute!  (Shhh don't tell anyone or else I will pound you into the ground!  Not even kidding a little bit...)  Mom is teaching Sully all these stupid tricks so that he can get on TV too.  Personally I don't think he'll ever be a star because those dogs need to be well-trained and Sully isn't like that in the least.  The only way he listens 100% is if Mom is holding food.  Then he gets all crazy and will hop up and down doing his dumb old tricks.  Me?  I just sit quietly and wait for Mom to hand out the food.  She always throws me my treats so I catch them in my mouth.  I'm really good at that!

Mom says she is going to take me to agility classes.  She's NUTS if she thinks I'm gonna run through that big fat tube like the Border collies do on Animal Planet.  I will NOT enter tubes or boxes.  PERIOD.  Mom traumatized me when I was a baby by putting me in a box and taking pictures of me.  She said I was so cute.  I say it's close to abuse to put a poor defenseless puppy inside a cardboard box and laugh as it tries to climb out of the box and keeps falling down because its nails can't get a grip on the sides!  So, bottom line is:  I'll try the agility thing (because the running looks like fun!), but NOOOOO WAY will I go near that tube!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Mudbutt</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/274871</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 21 Feb 2007 11:50:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Hee hee hee... I love the title of this entry!  

Our yard is basically one giant mud puddle right ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Hee hee hee... I love the title of this entry!  

Our yard is basically one giant mud puddle right now.  First we had snow and that was fun to run through... then we had ice and that was great to slide on... but the mud is the best stuff of all!  I really love digging in in and then running up on top of the woodpile and then JUMPING off the woodpile into the mud again!  It's too much fun!  The only part that stinks is that when we come back in the house, Mom gates us off and then has to wipe us down with pet wipes and towels... something about clean floors?  Why humans care so much about silly things like being "clean" is beyond me.  Don't waste your life cleaning, Mom!  There's plenty of muddy FUN to be had!

Mom got us more treats and stuff.  She's really a good mom.  She bought me a couple more of those small Cuz balls that I love so much!  I like 'em because they fit in my mouth very nicely and make a really high-pitched obnoxious squeaking sound!  Spice killed one within a minute and now she keeps trying to get mine.  Well, she will NEVER get it.  I'm gonna bring it everywhere with me... outside when I go to the bathroom... inside in every room... and in my crate at night!  You hear that, Spice?  You will NEVER HAVE MY CUZ!  EVER!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Squirrel in the shed!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/270610</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 11 Feb 2007 19:51:01 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Squirrel in the shed!  Squirrel in the shed!  Squirrel in the-  squirrel in the-  squirrel in the SH ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Squirrel in the shed!  Squirrel in the shed!  Squirrel in the-  squirrel in the-  squirrel in the SHED!

That's right folks, there is a SQUIRREL stuck in the roof of our shed!  Honest to Dog!  Dad even went outside and poke it with a stick!  I can't wait until it falls down and I can roll all over it!  It smells soooooo good!  I'm really proud of myself for not peeing all over the place when I discovered it.  Mom says I have a problem with peeing when I'm excited and I guess she's right... the humans really don't like it when I do that.  Humans have a thing about urine I noticed... they don't like it ANYWHERE near them and they only get happy about it when we do it outside.  Sully follows Mom into the bathroom all the time and he says people pee inside that thing they call a toilet and then they flush it and it all goes away.  How strange!  Sometimes I think I'll never understand people and their odd ways of life!

Grandma bought us a bunch of things from Petco the other day.  The best toy was probably my new light-up ball that ALSO makes all these cool noises!  Spice really wants it and I get annoyed at her because she doesn't chase the ball at all... she just brings it over to the bed and chews it into tiny little pieces of rubber that Sully tries to eat and then he gets yelled at by Mom.  She destroys EVERYTHING and it makes me angry!  Yes, I like destroying my toys too but not balls!  You have to CHASE balls, not slobber all over them and chew them to pieces!  She's so weird.  Most days she just stands at the back door and stares out into the yard.  She also doesn't really like to play with me and Sully.  I think she thinks she's too good to play with the likes of us.  Well, she's not!  (If you guys think I don't like her, that's not exactly true... she just is not recognizing that this was my house first and that bothers me.  She needs to show me some RESPECT!  I show her respect and I think that I deserve the same, that's all!)

Anyway... there's a squirrel in the shed!  Anyone have any ideas about how to get it off the roof?

Also, love and prayers go out to Dallas and her family.  Dallas is a JRT on Dogster who is struggling with a chronic illness at this time and she can't eat on her own or run and jump... such a terrible cruel fate for us Jacks!  She is a very sweet girl and me and my whole family are praying for her and sending her lots of positive energy!  We're hoping for a miracle for little Dallas!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dedicated to Evan, our poopie man</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/265204</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 09:00:25 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Evan is his name, and scooping poop is his game!

Evan comes to see us every week... I guess Mom i ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Evan is his name, and scooping poop is his game!

Evan comes to see us every week... I guess Mom is way too busy between graduate school and her job and student teaching and wedding planning (her words, not mine) to pick up poop all the time, so she pays Evan to do it.  We love Evan but I'm a little annoyed that he doesn't leave a few pieces for me to snack on!  A dog works up an appetite playing out there all day!  When Evan comes in our yard we have to bark at him and run circles all around him.  I wish he would chase me but he just keeps picking up the poopie and won't drop the shovel and run!  Why?  Sully likes to run up to him so he'll pet him but I don't like that sort of stuff... I'd rather RUN!  I'd like Evan better if he would just run with me!

Speaking of running, Spice and I are a great team when it comes to chasing squirrels... I think we're really gonna catch one someday soon!  There are SO many of them out and about; Mom says it's because we've had a pretty warm winter so far so the squirrel haven't gone to sleep yet.  Well, they NEED to go and sleep somewhere else and get OUT of my yard!  It's MY yard and I don't like to share with sniveling squirrels!  They must be destroyed!  Spice is a great hunter so I've been picking up tips from her... one of the things she told me is that I can't bark when I'm running out towards them because it gives them a head-start!  I didn't know that but now I stay pretty quiet.  I'm gonna get one soon... I can FEEL it!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>We smell like dead things!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/257028</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 11 Jan 2007 10:03:08 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's what Mom says!  She also wrinkles her nose up and says we stink!  That's not fair... human no ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's what Mom says!  She also wrinkles her nose up and says we stink!  That's not fair... human noses just aren't well-trained enough to appreciate the finer odors in life!

Sully and I have been running around outside for at least a good hour.  We've gotten into the garbage and shredded up paper towels and now they're blowing around!  It's so much fun to watch!  We also dug holes and rooted around in the grass for any dead animals... those are fantastic for rolling in!

Mom took me and Spice to the vet today.  Yes... I rode in the car, but I did pretty good.  At least I didn't hyperventilate!  Spice just sat in the backseat like a slug.  How cars don't bother her or Sully, I have no idea.  Anyway, the vet visit went well; he said I have perfect teeth!  It must be all the times Mom brushes my teeth with the chicken-flavored toothpaste.  Yum!  And she says the Greenies and all the hard treats I eat are good for my mouth too!  Guess I should keep eating... BOL!

I didn't even need my nails trimmed because I run around outside so much that it keeps them worn down.  Spice was really jealous because she hates having her nails cut.  I can't imagine why; it's really no big deal.  Apparently she freaked out last time she went to the vet.  Today she only got a shot; I got shots too and blood taken out.  Again, big deal... I've got tough veins!  They can handle a couple of pricks.  I think Sully's puppy teeth hurt more than those needles did!

Mom cringed when she saw the bill that the receptionist handed her.  Does this mean that she won't be ordering us more treats anytime soon?  I wonder...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Tess, Canine Police Jack!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/254091</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 4 Jan 2007 21:30:44 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>That's right, I am a police dog.  Not exactly the kind you'll see on Animal Planet or at the airport ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ That's right, I am a police dog.  Not exactly the kind you'll see on Animal Planet or at the airport - you know, those big German Sheps sniffing out drugs and bombs and whatnot - not THAT kind of police dog.

I do, however, enforce the rules at my house.

Take tonight, for example.  Here is a rule that I have known since I was a small puppy:  NO GOING UPSTAIRS UNLESS A HUMAN INVITES YOU UP.  You must always be accompanied by a human!  Not a raw deal considering all the good stuff (toys, treats, food, door to outside) is downstairs anyway... but if a person happens to go upstairs, there is PROTOCOL.  You must follow said person to the foot of the stairs.  Then, you sit and wait nicely until the person gets up the stairs.  Even if the person disappears and you can't see them anymore, that doesn't mean you move!  You must WAIT... until they invite you up!  Then you can run up the stairs as fast as you can and run around and smell things and do what you want!  It's fun!

But dogs who don't follow the rules ruin trips to upstairs.  That's where my job comes in.

Tonight Spice decided that she was sick of being downstairs and just trotted her prissy self right up the stairs without a human!  Oh no, girlfriend, you did NOT just go there!  Mom and Dad didn't notice at first so I had to run in circles to attract their attention.  Then the slow ones finally realized that Spice was gone... Mom called Spice's name and she didn't respond.  (Another cardinal rule violated... NEVER ignore Mom.  Trust me, that lady hates being ignored even more than I do!)  So Mom told me to go get her.  I ran over to the bottom of the stairs and stared at Spice until she came down.  Then I pounced on her and smacked her around and gave her a few warning growls.  She's way older than me and so there is no way she doesn't understand this... she was a show dog for crying out loud!  From what I've seen on TV they have to listen really really well... so what's with Princess Spice, aka Miss-Rules-Don't-Apply-To-Me?  Ugh!
  
I am Mom's good girl.  I'm the only one who knows everything that goes on in and around this house.  Dad loves me because I'm very alert and nothing gets past me... I'm a great police dog!  I think I heard Spice call me a tattletale once she came back dowstairs... think I give a turd?  Better to be a tattletale and be on Mom's good side than disobey and have to sit and stay while the other dogs get treats and get to run around outside and you only get... time-outs in the crate.  Yuck!

Time for me to go make sure Sully isn't doing anything naughty.  He is frequently naughty and it's my job as official police dog (and big sister) to keep him in line.  How else will the little runt learn the right way of doing things?

I make Mom's life so much easier.  I think she should give me extra treats!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Exercise</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/252816</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 2 Jan 2007 10:03:20 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today marked the start of me and Mom's workout program.  I know, I know... SO cliche to start an exe ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today marked the start of me and Mom's workout program.  I know, I know... SO cliche to start an exercise program right after the New Year, but it's not for New Year's... it's because Mom and Dad are getting married in September and she feels she needs to get in shape.  I don't really need to get in shape but Mom chose me to be her running partner because I have the best leash manners!  I also love to run and be outside a lot more than Sully and Spice... it must be something about those Connemara Jacks... they'd rather be inside snuggling (yeeccchhhh)!

Mom and I took our first run today... I loved it!  Mom got pretty tired very fast but she kept going... I was proud of her!  She made me wear the Gentle Leader thing again... I'm getting used to it but I still don't like the way it goes over my snout!  I think she should make my brother wear it instead of me... HE'S the one who needs to learn what "heel" means!

Mom is a little concerned that I lift my back legs sometimes while I'm running... she says that she's afraid I have "luxating patellas."  What are those?  It kind of sounds like "potatoes" and I like potatoes... why would it be bad to have something like a potato?  Potatoes are yummy!  Anyway I like to run on three legs... I can go just as fast!  To me that's pretty impressive and I don't get why it would worry Mom... you'd think she'd be proud of me for staying fast on only three legs!

I heard Mom say something about the vet for me this month.  GREAT.  That means I have to go in the car... you all know how I hate the car.  But at least I get to see Dr. Phil (that's what we call our vet because his name is Phil!  Aren't we clever?) and get a biscuit... he always gives me biscuits for being good in his office!  

Speaking of biscuits, Mom told us that she ordered us a whole big bunch of cow hooves and rawhide!  YAY!  I can't wait to take them all for myself... I do run the house and make sure the other dogs follow the rules; I work very very hard!  So I deserve all the hooves!

Yaaaaawwwwnnnn... I guess that workout made me more tired that I thought!  Time to go lay down in the sun with Sully... ahhh it's always so nice and warm in the sun!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Jumping Jack!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/250774</link>

				<pubdate>Thu, 28 Dec 2006 12:15:31 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>What is UP with people who don't like my friendly greetings?

Auntie's friends from Louisiana are  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ What is UP with people who don't like my friendly greetings?

Auntie's friends from Louisiana are visiting us this week.  Like I always do, I greeted them happily when they came in the house - I jumped on them to let them know I was friendly and even peed a little bit so they understand that I'm a nice dog and not threatening in the least.  You know what reaction I got?  Lots of "NO Tess!" and "Bad Tess!" and "Stop it Tess, get outside!"  

And my little brother Sully got all the attention!  They think HE is a good dog and they don't like me going near them!  That's not fair!

It made me sad... Mom tried to make me feel better by inviting me up on the couch with her, and it worked... but just a little.  You know, just because I don't melt into a furry puddle every time someone coos at me, that doesn't mean that I like to be ignored.  Why can't they play with me?

Mom says it's her fault and she needs to train me better about the jumping/peeing thing.  If you ask me, HUMANS need to be trained better to understand dog communication... there's a definite language barrier between us and I think a lot of problems happen when people don't understand dogs' ways of communicating.  Since we can't talk we have to let our actions speak for us!!  (Mom says this is why pit bulls are often attacked/attackers... people dock off their tails and cut their ears so that their means of communicating with other dogs is taken away.  Since they're raised with other dogs who don't have tails or ears either, they never learn the "right" way to speak dog and it ends up getting them into big trouble!)

Sully just lays in the guests' laps like a prince and soaks up all the attention and bellyrubs and praise.  Did it ever occur to these people that if they threw a ball Sully wouldn't have the first clue how to get it?  Or if they wanted to walk with him he'd pull their arms out of their sockets because he has no leash manners?  I know how to fetch.  I have leash manners!

It makes me sick.]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>World domination</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/247091</link>

				<pubdate>Wed, 20 Dec 2006 11:13:51 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Let me just start off this entry by saying that I love all dogs... no matter what size, shape, breed ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Let me just start off this entry by saying that I love all dogs... no matter what size, shape, breed, color, age, gender, whatever - I love you all the same!

HOWEVER...

Let's make it known that we Jack Russells are TRULY the cream of the crop!  We are the best dogs EVER and no one who's met us can ever have any doubts concerning our excellence.

All Jacks have a plan to control the world someday.  It's part of our mischievous nature.  Every time you see a Jack sitting quietly, it is NOT because we're tired or "recharging our batteries" from a long day of playing.  Make no mistakes... we are perfecting our plans to take over the world!

I've started a tidal wave of Jack Russells in my corner of Long Island.  Ever since Mom brought me home, followed by Sully, the amount of Jacks in our lives has begun to skyrocket.  First, our godparents (Todd and Heather) got their Jack, Zoe... now Zoe has a new baby sister, Jasmine.  Not only THAT... we have a new cousin, Spice; Dad's friend Elmo is getting a Jack in February; and Dad's friend Bobby is probably going to get a Jack soon, as well.  

ALL of these Jacks are in on the world domination thing.

EVERY SINGLE ONE.

And guess who is the ringleader?  You got it... you're reading her diary right now!  Message me if you want 'in' on this glorious plan.

I can't reveal specifics at this time... it's highly classified and basically for Jacks' ears and eyes only... but I CAN tell you that it involves the destuffing of every stuffed toy, the destruction of every single squeaky toy, and the chasing of every squirrel in the world.  You can never be too careful about covering your bases, and those squirrel spies are everywhere.  Sneaky little crazy things!

Any Jack reading this knows exactly what I'm talking about... if you're a true Jack Russell (or Jack Russell lover, like our family), then this doesn't sound paranoid or strange in the least.  If the content of this entry surprises you... well, let's just say that you don't know JACK!

Let the plotting continue... hee hee hee...]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Oops...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/245607</link>

				<pubdate>Sat, 16 Dec 2006 18:21:24 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>&quot;I've made a huge mistake.&quot;  ~  Gob, 'Arrested Development'

I opened with this quote (from one of ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ "I've made a huge mistake."  ~  Gob, 'Arrested Development'

I opened with this quote (from one of Auntie and Mom's favorite TV shows) because I did make a big mistake today.  It all started when Mom gave each of us Jacks a Dingo rawhide to chew.  It was so yummy!  I got a small piece stuck in my teeth and Mom and Auntie had to help me get it out of my mouth, but other than that it was uneventful.  I love rawhides!

Well, they went and lit the Hanukkah candles and said the prayers.  I felt fine.  Then all of a sudden my tummy started to hurt pretty badly.  I knew they were busy and couldn't let me outside, so I tried to hold it.  I really did.  But it turns out that I couldn't.

I had to squat and poop in the kitchen.

Auntie caught me and yelled.  Mom saw and yelled too and made me go out in the backyard.  I was mortified.  I KNOW I'm not supposed to poo in the house.  I was so scared that Mom was mad that I didn't even stop to sample the poo on my way out.  Luckily Mom didn't hold a grudge... but I'm still mortified.  Only a puppy would soil the house.

Anyway, Mom gave us stuffed squeaky toys for Hanukkah yesterday.  They're all dead today.  Spice did most of the destroying... she just might be crazier than I am!  I think Dad's a little disappointed in me because me and Spice got into a little spat over the plush squeaky bone.  She had one end and I had the other, and we were both growling because we both wanted it all to ourselves!  I really wanted that bone... but there were other toys to kill and besides, she's older than I am by a good four years.  That's a lot of seniority in the dog world!  So, I let go of the bone and let the little stinker have it.  Then I stole Sully's bear and started tearing that up.  It made me feel better.  Dad thought for sure that I'd beat up Spice or something because he's always saying I'm his "tough girl."  I still am!  I just know how not to get bitten, that's all.

I think it's cool having another girl around the house.  I'm STILL the queen around here though... and none of these dogs better forget that!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Santa Paws</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/243438</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 11 Dec 2006 11:37:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Yesterday Mom took us to Petco to see Santa Paws!  I was soooooooo excited when I saw her take my le ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Yesterday Mom took us to Petco to see Santa Paws!  I was soooooooo excited when I saw her take my leash out because that always means we're going-

1.  On a walk!!

2.  Someplace fun!

I don't like the car.  Don't get me wrong; I'm a big brave Jack, but when I was a little baby Dad put me in the car and drove me a long long long long long long time to go see Mom (I think it was in a place called "Connecticut" but I'm not sure... Mom went to college a long way from our house).  The ride was bumpy and Dad made me stay in my crate and I pooped in the car and threw up a lot.  I was MISERABLE.  Ever since then I get stressed out in the car... I whine until we get where we're going.  (Bad memories of being sick... I am NOT the type of dog to just have accidents.  Except when people come over and I get so excited that I pee... but that's different!!)

ANYWAY... enough about the car.  I hate the car.

But I LOVE Petco!!  I knew we were there before Dad even stopped the car because I could smell all the different dogs!  I got so excited that I was jumping all over the car and I forgot my leash manners when I got outside (but only briefly)!  Sully was soooo bad... Mom really needs to train that runt!  He has no social skills at all.  We were waiting outside for a little while unti Santa was ready to see us, and we met a pug and a Doberman.  They were both nice dogs and Mom was talking to their mom... everything was great!  But then Sully made a little play-yap noise toward the Doberman and I think it made him angry because he started growling and lunged at my brother!  Now, that's NOT cool... only I can fight with Sully, and even then it's only PLAYING!  He may be dumb but he doesn't have a mean bone in his little body... how dare that dog snap at him!

So I did what any decent sister would do... I put myself in front of Sully and faced off with the Doberman.  Man, he had huge teeth... but do you think they scared me?  HECK NO!!  I didn't even growl or anything... just stood as tall as a shorty Jack can stand and held my ground while the Doberman went nuts.  Some dogs are so ridiculous.  And the Dobie's mom actually had the nerve to blame Sully!  Mom apologized but I could tell she was ticked off... Sully wasn't aggressive whatsoever.  Neither one of us are... we LOVE other dogs!

After that drama, we were allowed to go inside.  So many other dogs!!!  I was psyched and made friends with a couple of mixed breeds, some Bassett hounds with reindeer antlers on (thank God Mom didn't make me wear mine out in public!), a Shih Tzu with a Christmas sweater on, and a few other dogs!  I was in heaven!  Everyone was so nice and told me all about Santa Paws, since this is the first year Mom and Dad took us to see him.  Apparently this Santa Paws leaves toys and treats for good dogs on Christmas morning!  How cool!  I couldn't wait to meet him!

Finally it was our turn.  This man with a big huge camera hoisted me and Sully up onto Santa's lap.  Then Mom and Dad started calling our names and it was confusing for a little while... I think maybe they wanted us to look at the camera?  But Santa Paws was trying to talk to us too and it was a little difficult for a dog to keep her cool, being as there were so many smells and sounds in there.  At first Sully tried to jump off Santa's lap, so I had to follow him just in case he picked any more fights (hee hee).  But when he settled, I settled too... and then the man with the camera squeezed a SQUEAKY TOY!  I studied it and waited for him to throw it, just like Mom would at home... but he never did!  Two big flashes of light went off and then he stopped squeaking and told us we were great.  WHY DIDN'T HE THROW THE SQUEAKY?  I needed to tear it apart!  Squeakers shouldn't be allowed to live!

Then Mom and Dad told us we were sooo good and we walked around Petco meeting other dogs and looking for stuff to bring home.  Mom didn't buy anything... since when does she not buy anything?  She said that Santa Paws would be bringing us plenty of stuff because we've been so good and besides, she's "broke."  Maybe she should be fixed like me and Sully were when we turned six months old... we weren't even broken and we got fixed anyway.  Maybe it would help Mom.

Once we finally got our pictures, Mom couldn't stop squealing.  She really has an issue with pictures and stuff.  It's not a bad thing to be called cute, but really... the squealing and stuff, it's so juvenile.  Sully responds to it; I give Mom dirty looks, which seems to make her laugh even harder.  Have I mentioned that she annoys me?  But she gave us treats for being good in public so I can't complain too much about her.  She's a pretty good mom!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My mom annoys me</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/241045</link>

				<pubdate>Tue, 5 Dec 2006 18:03:30 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Do you know what Mom had the nerve to do to me the other day?

She went to Petco and bought these  ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Do you know what Mom had the nerve to do to me the other day?

She went to Petco and bought these stupid Christmas hats for me and Sully.  Mine is a Santa hat with a paw print on it (gag gag... I HATE cutesy stuff like that), and Sully's is a pair of reindeer antlers with a piece of mistletoe on them and they say "Kiss Me."  At least his is grosser than mine.

So then, what did Mom do?  She grabbed the CAMERA.  And PICKED ME UP.  And TOOK A PICTURE of ME in my DUMB SANTA HAT.

Now she's saying she's going to put it up on my Dogster page... seriously, can a dog have any dignity?  Even a small shred?

Sully just reminded me that I eat my own poop.  He says I can't have any dignity if I will do that.  What does HE know?  The little wimp doesn't even know how to play with toys properly.  He pees when he hears the talking ball... hides from the vacuum cleaner... whines and cries when he can't get comfortable on the bed... and rolls right over when Mom raises her voice.  HE has no dignity.  Me, I've got dignity... or at least, I'll have it until Mom puts up the picture of me in the Christmas hat.  Maybe I can eat her camera?  It would make her soooo mad if I did that... and I don't usually do naughty things like that (not since I was a small pup, anyway)... BUT... a dog's gotta do what a dog's gotta do.  Lives are hanging in the balance here!

I think I need a snack... too bad all the poop got picked up today.  Oh well... guess I'll have to whip up a fresh batch for myself.  Later Dogsters!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>The best part about my new ball...</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/237674</link>

				<pubdate>Mon, 27 Nov 2006 18:14:03 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>... is that Sully is TERRIFIED OF IT!  Or should I say &quot;them...&quot;  Grandma is a genius and she sent o ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ ... is that Sully is TERRIFIED OF IT!  Or should I say "them..."  Grandma is a genius and she sent over two Babble Balls instead of just one!  Sully didn't know about the second ball and when Mom put it down he peed all over the carpet and then hid his wimpy self in his crate.  What a baby!

Excuse me... I have to fish the babble balls out from behind the couch somehow.  I don't know exactly how yet but I will figure something out.  Hee hee hee...

My brother is a wuss.  Wuss wuss wussy!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>My new ball!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/237223</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 26 Nov 2006 17:44:18 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today Sam (Grandma's dog) came over and played with us for a while.  It was waaaaay cool!  Sam alway ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today Sam (Grandma's dog) came over and played with us for a while.  It was waaaaay cool!  Sam always tries to hump me but I will be having NONE of that... that is really gross!  Anyway we ran around outside for the whole day and we even climbed the woodpile out back (but I'm pretty mad at Dad because he knocked over some of the wood so the pile's not as big now.  We can't put our paws on the fence anymore... I thought maybe one day when Shyla [the Jack who lives behind us] was outside we could hop the fence and play!  Dad ruined it though because now we can't go as high on the woodpile and now I'll NEVER get to go in their yard without Mom knowing about it!  Boo!).  It was a really fun day... but the BEST was yet to come!
After Mom and Auntie came back from bringing Sam home, Mom took out this orange ball.  I love getting new balls!  This one is REALLY cool though because it TALKS!  Mom says it's a "Babble Ball."  I roll it all over the floor really really fast and it talks the ENTIRE time!  It says lots of stuff, like:
"Nyah-nyah-nyah-nyah!"
"Oh no... [BURRRRP]!" (Yes, it BURPS!!  How AMAZING!!)
"Come here, puppy!"
"Bada bing, bada boom!"
"Uh oh [FART]!"  (Yes, it FARTS too!  That's even BETTER than burping!)
"Yeeeeah baby!"
"Woof woof bark bark bark!"
"Oh good doggie!"
I forget what else it says but I'm really obsessed with it!  I keep rolling it underneath the den couch and so I lay on the floor and stare under the couch and then look at Mom.  HARD.  Until she sighs, tells me I'm pathetic, and then gets on the floor and somehow gets the ball out again so I can roll it around and listen to it burp and fart and talk!  It is the MOST fun toy I've ever had!  (And another great thing about the ball... Sully is afraid of it!  What a chicken!)
Whoa, Auntie just went to the freezer!  That means ICE CUBES!  Whoopee!!!!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>Dig dig dig....</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/231566</link>

				<pubdate>Sun, 12 Nov 2006 14:46:45 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today was a GREAT day to be a dog!  Mom was home all day (we love the weekends!) so we've been out a ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today was a GREAT day to be a dog!  Mom was home all day (we love the weekends!) so we've been out and playing the whole day through!  It rained outside a lot so you know what that means... MUD!  Glorious mud!  Mom let us out in the yard to do our business and... lo and behold... all the leaves were wet too!  YAY!  I must say I went crazy digging in the mud and leaves by our fence... I was on a mission!  Even Sully got into the act, and he's usually not the biggest digger... he's so strange for a Jack!

So when we finally came back inside, Mom took us straight upstairs for a bath... I don't mind baths too much but GEEZ MOM... I JUST spent all that time and effort getting super filthy, and she has to go and wash it all off!  It's okay I guess... Sully and I played gladiators and went crazy once we were both out of the tub!  (Gladiators is what Mom calls it when me and Sully play-fight and wrassle with each other! It's so much fun!  We especially like doing it after bath time because all of each other's scent has been washed off and we've got to re-mark ourselves right away!)  Now we're slightly damp and smell like baby powder... Mom loves when we smell like shampoo but I prefer the scent of mud and wet leaves!  (And cow hooves... we're both chewing on cow hooves now too.)  

Mom seems excited about something and I don't know what it is.  Hopefully it's all those treats she ordered for us a couple of days ago... she says it makes her smile when she sees us eat and she's suprised we're both not 500 pounds by now.  We're Jacks... we burn off all the food we eat!!  Speaking of burning off, I'd like to get outside and dig some more without Mom finding out.  Let's see if I can pull this one off... later, Dogster-holics!!]]></content:encoded>
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		<title>What a day!</title>
		<link>http://www.dogster.com/dogs/417075/diary/My_life_on_long_island/230675</link>

				<pubdate>Fri, 10 Nov 2006 08:47:19 PST</pubdate>
		<author>Tess ~ writing at dogster.com</author>
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		<description>Today has been strange because Mom is home with us... usually she goes to student-teach at the junio ...</description>

		<content:encoded><![CDATA[ Today has been strange because Mom is home with us... usually she goes to student-teach at the junior high and then she goes to work. Whatever... I'm not complaining because I don't have to stay in my crate all day. Don't get me wrong... I don't mind my crate... but come on, what dog wouldn't rather be running around outside?!

This morning Sully tried to steal my breakfast... what a pig he is! I mean I love food too but GEEZ... he doesn't even breathe while he eats! Mom says he vacuums his food and I believe it! Oh yeah... the little wuss is also afraid of the vacuum cleaner. What a baby... I face off with that thing all the time! It can't hurt me, I'm a big brave Jack!

Mom is sad right now because the delivery man showed her a cat that was hit by a car right in front of our house. We don't have any cats (thank goodness because I'm really not a fan of them) because Daddy is really allergic (whatever that means), but Mom feels bad whenever she sees or hears about animals that are hurt or abused. She says it makes her think about if someone were to abuse us. How depressing! Anyway, Mom had to call the shelter and put the cat in a box on the front stoop. I really wanted to go outside to smell it but she made us stay in the house. I love smelling dead things and rolling all over them... I rolled on this baby bird once for the longest time and I came inside smelling so GOOD! (Mom made me take a bath right after... why doesn't she like the smell of dead things? Humans are so strange!) Anyhoo, that cat is still sitting outside waiting for an animal control officer to come pick it up. Maybe before he takes it away Mom will finally let me smell it... or even roll on it! Yay!

I think Mom ordered us more treats because she got one of the pet catalogs yesterday and then she went online and took that card out that pays for things... I am SO EXCITED! I love when boxes come to the house because usually they are for ME! (Yeah, and Sully too I guess...) When Mom takes out the boxcutter I get so excited  I start to jump around! I hope she's getting us more bones... I LOVE BONES! Of all shapes and sizes and flavors! I eat them until there's no more and then I lick the carpet for a while.

Now I'm hungry... gotta go give Mom my best "sad eyes" so that she'll give me something from the treat cabinet.]]></content:encoded>
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