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Sleepovers = Fun! [11.17.09]

Having sleepovers are a lot of fun. My girlfriend, Jamie, came over Sunday to hang out with Big Mama, Big Daddy, & me. After a little while, she had to go home, but she took me with her.

Eechie, Mama! Jamie is so much fun. She lives with Kristin & Sean & I love them, too. They let me hang out with them & sleep with them & then took me out to potty in their back yard. I definitely love being here.

There's a kitty cat here, too, that likes me okay. Well, if I stear clear of said kitty, then the kitty likes me. That's all I'm going to say about that.

I gotta go now. I'm about to go back to Camp Chaos. Can I come to your house for a sleepover next?

I Don't Wanna Graduate [11.11.09]

I don't want to graduate. No, sirree. I'm gonna stay right here at Camp Chaos forever. Big Daddy said everybody graduates, but Shylee Sweet doesn't. Romi doesn't. Georgie Girl doesn't. Mojo definitely doesn't graduate. Why do I have to?

Big Mama looks extra sad this week. She told me she had to choose between letting me go & letting another dog die. His name is Frodo. She said he's about my age & lives in jail. She also said if she lets me go that I will have to live in jail, too, but it will be a good jail, not one where I will be killed. Frodo's going to be killed if Big Mama doesn't take him.

I'm so confused. I just don't understand why I have to graduate if Frodo checks into Camp. I've been a good boy & I get a little smarter & better every day, but it doesn't matter anymore. My Big Mama is going to give me away & let someone else adopt me.

It's just not fair. I love my Big Mama. I follow her everywhere. When she stops moving, I sit beside her. She doesn't act like she's mad at me, she seems like she loves me more & more everytime she sees me.

I just wish I didn't have to leave. I wish someone in East Nashville would adopt me. Then I could see my Big Mama all the time. I don't know what I'm going to do without her.

I Won A Steak! [11.1.09]

I don't know what a steak is but Shylee Sweet drooled all over me when Big Daddy said Friday that I won a steak. Next time he grills for him & Big Mama, he'll throw a steak on the grill for me, too!

It must be something really delicious. Shylee Sweet is almost as bad as Mojo with the drool factor. Steak is a precious thing she told me as I tried to get her slobber off my head. That's what I get for standing underneath her, I suppose. Gross!

Speaking of gross, that's what Big Daddy said right before he said I won a steak. I was having a blast playing in the living room floor with my new toy. It was real soft & furry & squishy. It wasn't heavy either so I was able to paw it around then do a full-on doggie-slam on it, then jump up & do it again.

Big Daddy was watching TV & I was trying to be a good boy & play quietly. I mean, I was having such a good time just the way it was, so I played & played & played tossing & squishing my new toy. Even though I wasn't making a lot of noise, I got Big Daddy's attention after a while. That's when he said, "Gross!" and then he said, "Wow! Elvis, you're such a good boy for catching that mouse! You won a steak!"

Sweeeeeet! Elvis, that's me, gets a steak for catching the mouse! I don't know what a mouse is or what a steak is, but Big Daddy was awful proud of me. So I'm proud of me, too. Plus I'm excited to get that steak sometime soon, so get that fire a' going', Big Daddy!