September 4th 2008 7:09 pm
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For the past few days, mom and dad have noticed a couple of troublesome things. First, mom left me a milkbone on the bed before she left for work, but could not coax me up. Thinking that I would get it later, she left. 9 hours later, it was still there.
She throws my favorite frisbees, but I refuse to chase them anymore. I just stare at them as they land.
Finally, she and dad got the RV ready for this weekend's football game. Usually, I am all about getting in the RV and laying on the couch. But I did not want to crawl up the stairs to get inside. Dad has to coax me in, coax me out.
Maybe it's my hips. Heck, I'm only 4 1/2. This is really worrying the mommy and daddy. Time to call the vet and get an appointment.
Sadly, I say Out.
Butchie
August 31st 2008 10:44 am
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So, late last night, the daddy is getting ready to go to bed. The mommy has been sound asleep for hours.
"Would you like to go outside, Butch?" the daddy asks. Well, of course, any opportunity to pee is a good opportunity.
We go out on the back lawn, which is across the street from the golf course. I sniff, pee on a bush, and then.....come face to face with a skunk. As you might recall from my July 19 diary entry, we have discovered there are skunks in this neck of the woods.
The little #$%%^ trespasser snuck right up on me. Dad yelled for me to come, but this time, I was too curious. So much for the neighbor lady who told dad the other day, "That dog is really well trained." Nope, I was not listening to the daddy, I was trying to make the acquaintance of one Pepe Le Pew.
And pew is true, as he sprayed. I finally realized that perhaps this was not fun and games. I slunk back in the house with dad, we woke poor mommy up so that we could have a family bathtime, at nearly midnight.
And now, the house STINKS. Dad is de-smelling it with white vinegar. Mommy and daddy will look twice from now on before letting me exit the house at night.
Out.
Butchie
July 19th 2008 8:48 pm
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Well hey, it's bad enought the pawrents went and sold our freakin' house so they can build another a year down the road, but then they move us to something called a "condo" near the river as temporary residence. Kind of cool, I suppose, but what the heck is this??? No freakin' dog door. So I depend on the mercy of the hoomans to get me to safe peepee and poopie territory before there's an unfortunate accident.
But I immediately digress.....Anyhoo, last night, they were extremely late coming home, something about a party and a few glasses of the good grape. To make it up to me, they haul my full bladder across the street to the golf course -- one of my favorite frolicking grounds when those crazy bast**** aren't swinging metal sticks ever |
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