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I can keep a diary with no opposable thumbs!

Shiny!

Harriet is my best friend. This is what I've realized. She's not a squeaky toy, which was my previous assessment, but actually what Mommy calls "a cat." She's about the size of my snout, and she is my best friend. She pounces all over me and bites my ears when I sleep, but she's really a pretty neat little toy. I mean, "cat."

Daddy let me be his special helper this weekend! I love being a special helper. I don't always get to be one, since I don't have opposable thumbs or anything, and no one ever asks for my help in eating cheese or chicken or butter.

Daddy and Mommy took me for our usual hike in the Oakland hills, and little did Mommy know, Daddy had put something shiny around my collar.

Anyway, we stopped at a grassy patch where I like to graze, and he told Mommy to look at my collar. Mommy listened like a good Mommy, and found the shiny thing! As Mommy was looking at the shiny thing, Daddy took out a box from his pocket. I put my mouth on it a few times, but Daddy expressly forbade it. He said that it's very important, which is a big word, but I think it means that it's worth a lot of treats if I don't eat it. Mommy and Daddy did a lot of hugging, so I took the opportunity to sniff around down the path.

I'm not really sure what that whole thing was about, but I think it has to do with taxes.

Boys Only!

Mommy's going away for the weekend!!!

Don't get me wrong, now, I love my Mommy, but when she goes away, I get Daddy all to myself!

Daddy never leaves me without a kong, lets me sleep on the bed with him, lets me sit on the couch with him, lets me lick his plate when he's done with his people kibble, pretty much lets me have my way!

Plus, I might love my Mommy and my Auntie Kim, but I'm really a boy's boy at heart.

This weekend I'm going to try the really special sadpuppyface on Daddy that I've been practicing all week. I just know he'll take me on a bike ride.

Hard-Hearted Harbinger of Haggis

You'll never believe this, guys! I found a motorized squeaky toy that never runs out of batteries! I'm totally serious!

Now, I've never known her to name my toys before, but Mommy seems to really like this one, because she carries it around and calls it "Harriet." Mommies are funny, but as long as she keeps feeding me and taking me for runs, she can do whatever she wants.

Last week, I was romping around my yard kingdom as usual, exploring the weedy corners of my domain. I ventured into a dark corner that I only recently conquered, and there, tangled in the weeds, was my brand new tiny squeaky toy. I guess it came with batteries included, because when I started talking to it (okay, okay, so I was kind of yelling at it), it immediately started whipping its little appendages at me and making some kind of hissing and squeaking noise. It seemed that the louder I conversed (okay, yelled), the more squeaking and appendage-whipping it did.

After a few minutes, Mommy said in her sweetest Mommy voice, "Charlie, shut it! Get in here! What's your deal?" After a little more encouragement from Mommy, I bowed out of my yard kingdom to attend to my house kingdom. Before long, Mommy came in with the squeaky toy, wrapped it in one of my old blankets (it must be a very expensive toy), and started feeding it. Go figure.

The weird thing is, Mommy never lets me touch the squeaky toy. She lets me sniff it, though. Mostly it just makes this "me-you" noise.

It's cuter than my other toys, and I just know it would fit perfectly in my mouth.