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Hi, I am Kirby Joe!!!

I am THE DOG!!!

I may be little, but I know what I want and I usually get it!! For instance: Sallie Mae's bone---I took it from her. Her furry squirrel--I took it, too! Mom's attention--got it! Dad's pillow--never ever without it!! Humor me now---I am the great one. I do tell everyone what to do and they jump. I won't eat sometimes, until someone puts my food bowl under the kitchen chair and talks to me. When I go outside I run in and make someone wash my booty off. I don't budge from the sink in the bathroom until they do. Don't tell me little dogs don't have big attitudes, cause I will show you mine. I have a terrible underbite and Sallie Mae's growl will never be as bad as I look. I would never bite, but I will make a beliver out of you. The only thing I can imagine that would be worse than me is---uh if one of the other dogs decided to sit on me!! Oh--I'm glad I thought bout that and not one of them!!!

A beagle

I really wish I could be a beagle. I really like chasing squirrels and birds in the yard, being able to smell all the smells, running thru the leaves. I believe I would be a good hunter. The only thing that holds me back is all this hair. Mom spends half her time HUNTING the brush, BOL. Why do male yorkies have all this stuff? I don't dare wear bows. In fact, I get a litle disgusted with Mom when she dares to dress me up. I don't even like my bomber jacket. Mom thinks it certainly was made for a boy dog, but I still think it is a little disgusting. If I were a beagle could I just roll in the mud, just maybe one time? I don't mind the grooming. In fact--I have never ever had a hair cut. Mom brushes me and I am so soft, my hair naturally just doesn't tangle. Even my sister, Sallie Mae has it better than me. Her hair is so short that her booty is almost bald. Oh well, maybe not better---that would be so embarrising!!!

My unmanagable hair

I am very tired tonight. It's tough being a boy!! I have been dealing with all this wet weather, and my unmanagable hair. Now it has gotten cold, and that gives my Mom permission to dress me, BOL. She has stopped short of putting bows in my hair, thank goodness, but the bomber jacket and colored sweat shirts with hoodies are a little much!!! I tried all summer to gain enough weight so my Mom would have to go shopping, and just maybe, not put forth the effort, but it didn't work. They still fit, and I am still running from the camera. They all still fit my brother, too, so we both have had it---pictures coming soon. But no sooner than I can run from that camera!!!