October 1st 2009 6:49 am
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Today my human sister accused Mom of loving me, more than her! Granted she's a teenager and hormones are raging, but that's just plain ridiculous. Mom always says love is not a pie. Love -- the more you give the more you have. A pie is different. There are only so many pieces and then it's gone. Sister was angry because I insisted on coming along for the ride when dropping her off at high school. I didn't make her late -- she did that all by herself. Mom needs me now. Dad got sick on the way to work the other day. He has heart trouble. Mom gets a little scared. It's my job to kiss away Mama's tears. I like them, they're salty; plus, it makes Mom laugh and that always makes me wag my tail. Going for rides is my favorite thing. Mom loves my company. I am so good in the car, really. I listen to Mom and sit and stay before getting in and out. When I was little, Mom would make me do it over and over until I did it right. I learned really fast that it is easier to be patient and wait for my word "Go" before leaping from the car. I hope sister isn't still grumpy when we pick her up. I know she really loves me too. My tail tells me so.
P.S. Mom uploaded pictures of me from her birthday. Don't I look cute? See where I'm trying to help open presents? Dad missed the shot of me wearing Mom's new skirt. Halloween is coming. Maybe Mom will let me wear her birthday tiara...
September 26th 2009 6:50 am
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Yesterday was a fun day. I got to go with Mom on her errands. The bank was more fun than usual, a lot of construction workers and big machines by the drive-thru. I was very good and didn't bark at the workers -- the big yellow machiney monster was another story. It made a strange noise that made even Momma jump.
The house was abuzz with Mom's birthday. There were new interesting smells -- a bouquet of flowers I sniffed and sniffed and the smell of chocolate floating in the air. Mama will not let me eat chocolate, because she says it can make me really sick. I don't know why Mama likes it so much then. When it was time to open Mom's presents I sat right by her feet and refused to go to Dad when he called. Why shouldn't I be the center of things? Besides, I liked to help open the gifts. My sisters yelled at me when I tried to run off with Momma new skirts. Imagine that? I thought they looked pretty draped on my back, but Dad said if I left any bite marks, it would make the wrong fashion statement and grandma would get mad...
Campaigning has been fun and our votes are up, but unless we get a miracle, Momma says we probably won't win. Momma says that's O.K., because regardless of I hold the contest title, I will always be her little cutey. I just wanted to do my part to help the family -- the prize money would have really been a big boost. Mom says not to give up, even though the votes go back down to zero tomorrow and start a new week's competition you just never know what tomorrow will bring...
September 25th 2009 6:32 am
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Yep, I've been working hard on the campaign trail and shaking a lot of paws. Mom especially has had a great time meeting so many sweet faces. On our dog stroll through Dogster, we've met some really great dogs and their people. Mom loves all the photos, but especially everyone's puppy photos. What can I say? Mom keeps asking "Is there anything cuter than a Chow Chow puppy." The answer is no, Mom. There is nothing cuter. Mom has fun reading the diaries and especially the arrival stories. Wow! There are some really great stories out there. Even though it's a little sad, Mom likes reading the tributes to dogs that have crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. There are a lot of creative people on Dogster and some of the tributes are just amazing. I don't think there isn't one that hasn't brought a tear to her eye. Of course, when Mom get's sad, I know just how to cheer her up! Why just yesterday, Mom was telling people how I'm like my brothers and don't really play with toys anymore. Of course I knew that was my que to bring her my old favorite stuffed rabbit to throw. I havent' played with rabbit for over six months. Mom thinks sometimes I can read her mind. I like to keep her guessing. We met a cool dog recently named Chewbacca. Mom calls me that sometimes because she says I sound like Chewbacca from the Star Wars movie. Not all the time of course, but I talk to her in Chewbacese when I'm mad at her like when it's time to pick up my human sister from high school. I get so anxious that Mom is going to be late. I love riding in the car and I have perfect manners. O.K. most of the time. I just can't help myself when I see a squirrel. They drive me nutty.
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