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Life of a SpyDog

Stupid cast!

I don't know how, but I managed to rip out one of my toenails the other day. Mommy came home after school and took me outside, and as usual I charged down the sidewalk to the little fenced area at the end of the block where Mommy and I play fetch. While we were down there, she noticed I was bleeding. I didn't notice (or care), because we were still playing fetchy. She must have thought it was important, because she scooped me up, took me inside, washed me off and called the dogwalker to make sure nothing happened during the day. The next morning it was bleeding again, so Mommy took me to the vet, which was horrible in itself, and it took FOREVER to get there because of some pope's funeral related march. Anyway, the lady in the white coat injected me a couple of times and wrapped my paw up real good, so now I have to kind of hobble around like a three legged dog. I must look really stupid, because Mommy keeps laughing at me. I think they're going to take the bandage off tomorrow, but this really ruins my weekend, because I can't go to the dog park with this stupid thing on. It doesn't hurt or anything, and I think they're making a big deal out of nothing. So what if the toenail is completely torn out? Mommy and daddy don't seem to understand that being a spydog has repercussions. Maybe I'll turn the car off again next time they take me for a ride so I can remind them.

I love my mommy and daddy

This has been a pretty exciting week. I got to go to the dogpark this weekend, then Mommy came home and took me AGAIN on Monday! I wonder if turning the car off scared them into giving me what I want? Anyway, I did have to deal with a bath when we got home, but then on Tuesday they brought their friend Dave over, and he loves to play with me because he misses his yorkies, and I'm kind of the same size. Actually, I'm much bigger. I am quite fierce. Mommy calls me "fourteen pounds of fury."

Then, today, Daddy came home from work and took me to the dogpark AGAIN! I think he's trying to prove to Mommy that he loves me just as much as she does. I don't care who loves me more as long as they keep duking it out. Maybe it will get to the point where I go to the dogpark five times a day. That is truly what love is.

I'm clever!

I'm such a smart little fluffster. Last week, my daddy took me on a little car trip to pay the rent for the month. I love car trips, though I wish either I were taller or the windows covered more of the door, because its hard to see out the windows without standing on my hind legs. Anyway, it was snowing, and snow makes me really agitated. Its kind of like my version of cocaine. I saw all the snow out the window and I really wanted to stop and play RIGHT THERE, because I managed to turn the car off, while Daddy was driving. He has a Saab, and the key place is between the driver and passenger seat, and I just grabbed hold of it and yanked, because really, when I want to play outside, I cannot be stopped. Aren't I smart? I don't have opposable thumbs, but I turned the car off anyway! Unfortunately, Daddy wasn't as amused, and he won't let me sit in the front seat anymore.