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Diary of a Squeaky Toy Killer

Visitors!

Some of my person's friends came to visit from Texas. Not only did they bring me fascinating smells from their puppies, they took me to the mountains to play!

Soooooo many interesting aromas. Sooooo many new puppies to meet. Sooooo may kewl things to roll in.

We should have visitors more often!

Rules Schmools

It seems that I have selected the pickiest individual in the UNIVERSE to be my person.

All I hear is "four on the floor" when I greet people or when I get comfy on the furniture; "not for puppy" when I find anything that smells interesting; and "that is not cute" when I wrap myself in a blanket on the bed.

Will this torment never end?

I Didn't Know I Was Broken

My person keeps taking me to a vet and it never seems to be a pleasant experience. Each time I get poked with needles and sometimes organs are removed. And, IMHO, they are WAY to fascinated with my backside.

My person is threatening to get a bumper sticker that says, "I ♠ MY DOG". I suppose it is better than "I ♣ MY DOG", but not by much.

It took me a whole 36 hours to be back to my bouncy self after the surgery. The cone collar was annoying but quite handy for throwing snow into the air. I had to wear booties made from IV bags to keep my dewclaw incisions dry. My person said that I looked like Daffy at the end of the "Duck Amuck" cartoon. (http://tinyurl.com/ykp42nx).