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Likes: I love people food, even though I either have to beg for it or steal it, and I love to lie in the sun.
Pet-Peeves: I don't like raspberries being blown on my stomach, dogs that lick my mouth, the vacuum cleaner, leather gloves, or cardboard boxes. I also steadfastly refuse to lie on tile, linoleum, or wood floors of any kind. I must have a rug or carpet.
Favorite Toy: I'm old enough that toys no longer interest me. We all have to grow up sometime. But it still amuses me that my mistress thinks I'm tricked when she puts her hand under a blanket like it's an animal. I'll indulge her then and try to get it.
Favorite Food: I'll eat anything under the sun. I don't know how I maintain my girlish figure. One of my absolute favorites, that I won't share with ANYONE, is Greenies. Yum, chlorophyll!
Favorite Walk: When I lived in New Orleans I loved going to the dog park. Now that I'm back in Alaska I have to wear these stupid booties because I don't have much fur on my feet. But I love walking anywhere, any time! Car rides are my favorite!
Best Tricks: I have moved twice recently, and within a week of being in my new home, I knew what my mistress meant when she said, "Go to my room!"
Arrival Story: I don't remember this very well, but apparently I lived with a married couple until I was a year and a half old. Then they got a divorce (my mistress's father says it's because of me!) and decided neither of them wanted me, so I went to stay temporarily with a rescue mom. I lived in a house with three other dogs, one of which was part wolf! But everyone knows I am the queen. I had some tussels with the other dogs and have a few nicks in my ears, but ultimately I came out on top. Then my current mistress adopted me from my rescue family, and I have lived with her for almost nine and a half years! She's a blast and lets me sleep under the covers with her. Not only that, but she is very intelligent and beautiful. And also very humble, that's why I love her.
Bio: I was at the airport in New Orleans, flying back to Alaska with my mistress, when we heard someone behind us say, "Oooh, a dalmatian!" When we turned around, it was Richard Simmons! He gave me lots of nice kisses and told me how he had two dalmatians that he missed because he had to travel all the time. He was wearing these funny, tight, really bright shorts! Anyway, then he kissed my mistress on the cheek and told us to take care.
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Or, at least, I think I did. My memory isn't as good since I'm almost eleven. But I have had the WORST gas over the past couple of days. My mistress was gone the other night, and her dad couldn't find anything I had gotten into, but I think I did....what else could make me smell *this* bad?!
My mistress and I played the other day. We wrestled and I scratched up her forearms really good. It seems I like using my teeth more than my paws as I age. I wonder why that is. Maybe it's because I'm trying to scare her off with my horrible doggy breath. But I know she loves me, she tells me so several times a day...sometimes right in a row! What a sap.
I can't wait for it to get warmer out so we can go out for long walks. Lying on the couch all day is getting boring. I never thought I would say that!
Anyway, chitlings, I have sleeping to do. My mistress has swathed me in blankets and I'm all warm and lethargic now. *Yaaaaawn* Farewell!
Yesterday I wasn't feeling too well; after I snuck my nose into the trash compactor and nudged it open, I pulled out some ribs and ate too much. I threw up a lot, but I was courteous enough to ask to go out before I did it. I feel much better now, and I'm sorry I had to deprive you of a potential journal entry. I know my many loyal readers must've been disappointed, but they were, in fact, the real inspiration for me to recover and return! So here I am, my beautiful chitlins! Rejoice!
So now it is late on Wednesday night, and my mistress is watching the end of the Tonight Show, waiting for Conan to come on, and Brian Wilson was playing Good Vibrations live. I must say, his appearance was somewhat frightening. Not only was he horribly off key, he also looked scared and like he was about to keel over! My mistress and I both agree that the other keyboard player was cute.
Today, even though it was pretty cold, my mistress took me for a walk in the park near our house. The paths were covered in ice and snow, but I still had fun. I was whining a lot, and that's what I wanted, so I'm glad my mistress caught on. Sometimes she can be kind of dense, but I hear other people blaming that on being 'blonde.' I don't even know what 'blonde' means. To me she is unadulterated hope, beauty, and purity. Even if she is a little slow to pick up on my language. Anyway, we didn't see any moose this time, and I had lots of things to sniff, especially considering how all the other dogs poo pooed in the middle of the path and their owners didn't clean up after them! I don't really sniff that, of course; I am a lady, after all. One whiff caught on the breeze is enough for me. Really, who are these people?! It is so uncouth. If I had opposable thumbs I would totally pick up after myself. Since I can't, though, I'm glad my mistress does it.
Today I was lying on the couch inbetween my mistress and her mom, just trying to get comfortable and stretching out, and my mistress's mom, we'll call her Momferatu from here on out, suddenly said, "Stop it!" I thought maybe she was talking to my mistress, but no, apparently my innocent doggy head was pushing into her arm as she was staring at the weird glowing square. Well, whatever. Momferatu can be rather mercurial.
Now, I am really quite exhausted. So if you'll all excuse me, I must retire to get my beauty sleep. I sincerely thank you for your continued devotion and loyalty to my beauty. I should have new pictures up soon!
After I got into some colored decorating sugar last night while my mistress was away, I am very lazy today. Then again, I'm lazy almost every day. I like to follow my mistress around and sit on the couch next to her as she stares at that weird thing with the glowing screen.
I don't like Alaska as much as I liked New Orleans. There was a great dog park my mistress would take me to three or four times a week, and I even had a couple of friends. Mostly I walked around and sniffed things, but occasionally I broke into a frantic run and ripped across the park and back. It's really cold here and we don't go out as much. I don't mind too much, though, because I like to sleep. A LOT. You can get away with that when you're almost eleven, you know.
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