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Bear's Diary

My girl recently read a book by some guy named Cesar Millan. I have no idea who he is, but she keeps going on and on about him and his book. The only part of it all that I really care about is the fact that she's decided to walk that other dog and me twice a day now. And they're not little walks, either. We go all over the neighborhood. I sometimes go into a ecstatic daze, what with all the new smells to smell. And all the places to pee! It's almost too much for a dog to handle. Almost.

I'm not sure how I feel about this...

A few months ago, mom and grandma brought a new dog into our house. I was very leery of him at first, hiding behind the Lay-Z-Boy and growling/bearing my teeth when he'd come to close. I warmed up to him somewhat, and now we're pretty good friends. He does get on my nerves, though, because all he wants to do all the time is bug me and play. Doesn't he understand that sometimes, a dog needs to rest?

And do you know what else he does? He hogs all my girl's attention. When she comes home from work, I want to say hello to her, but he butts right in. I can't even get a good butt scratch without him pushing his way in! My girl tells me she loves me plenty, though, and that I was her baby first. Best of all, I get to sleep in her bedroom with her. That other dog has to sleep in the kitchen in his 'box'.

My mom took a bunch of pictures of us awhile ago and is going to finally get them developed. She's probably going to make this new dog his own dogster page, too. That's okay, I guess, because she's going to post new ones of me, too.

I was bearing it, but I was certainly not grinning...

My mom and my other mom (mom's mom, grandma, I guess, is her name) had to cut the matting out of my fur behind/below my ears the other night. Man, I WAS NOT happy. Mom had to put the muzzle on me, so I didn't get too freaked out and bite her or grandma, which I tend to do in uncomfortable situations. Mom felt so bad for me because she could see how upset I was getting, and she and grandma tried their best to comfort and reassure me that they weren't trying to hurt me, but I wasn't so sure. I showed them a lot of teeth that night, and I did feel bad about it later because I knew it was a bad dog thing to do, but I just couldn't help it. Mom understands, though, and she and grandma gave me lots of love and praise that night.

It's hard for me to understand sometimes that my people won't hurt me. My last people hurt me, so I'm still not quite sure of these new ones. I get more and more comfortable with them each day, but I still have my moments of uncertainty. Mom keeps telling me she'd never hurt me, and if she does so on accident (like when I get to close and she accidentally steps on my tail or paw), she's always very sorry and gives me love and rubs whatever she steps on and checks to make sure I'm alright. Sometimes, though, I just don't know about people. I mean, they don't even sniff each other's butts to say 'hello'! That's just not normal.