April 9th 2012 5:27 am
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Hey. Awesome Starlight's back again! Read Cosmo's diary yet? He's a really awesome guy. I think of him as a true writer. I know that we can trust him to keep deep, dark emotional secrets. Besides, he gets happy easily, like me. A hug and we wag our tails. That's how we are, anyways.
Okay. So we had a meeting in the backyard to elect the name of our new trio.
A mix of our names was suggested by intelligent Cosmo. Costargos sounds totally perfect. A high five and the name was selected.
By the way, Evelyn and Sophia's also created the coolest thing. The Dog Meet!
The DM is a meeting we have, like a challenging test. If say Goldie obey and get the commands done (sometimes we try new ones for fun), she gets a point. For each 5 points you get a random thing (not just a tidbit, but something like a bone, a toy or a feather thingy. We're getting really competitive. So far, Goldie's beating me by 2. Cosmo's tied with me.
March 4th 2012 3:03 pm
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You see, Evelyn is a big celebrator. Now we wait like goody goodies all the time, and they've decided to take us celebrating at the restaurant. I'm running around in circles, biting the leash and Goldie just sits around, bored. Sophia promised her that she'd get a sloppy joe for Goldie. That's her favorite food. For me, I'd rather stay clean than be jam purple. Anyways, Evelyn put me on her leash, and I started jumping. Evelyn said, "Down, Starly." I don't obey, afraid there's no lasagna. I think that when I misbehave or before I do.
Goldie and I yapped all the way along, drooling a path of saliva. Since the sloppy joes were closer, Goldie and I separated to each buy their food.
"Meet at the dock!" they each yelled. I drooled like a shower. I knew I needed discipline. Duh! Evelyn tied me to a post and went in to order heaven.
10 minutes later, they carried out a hot lasagna. I jumped and jumped and broke free the knot. I saw Evelyn appear through the door. Just when I was about to misbehave, you know what I thought. So I sat and held out my paws to welcome the deliciousness. But then Eve took it from me. "You know what? Let's eat at the dock." I drooled like a storm all the way to the dock.
Evelyn put the lasagna down and started chattering to Sophia. I closed my eyes and had bit by bit, afraid that it would be finished already.
I opened my eyes. Goldie snickered playfully. "You looked stupid."
"Why should I care?" I retorted.
The lasagna... was too good.
March 2nd 2012 3:33 pm
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Okay! If you've ever heard the Akita Hachiko story, I love it! Though it is a symbol of loyalism and perseverance, I've been thinking about it these 2 days. Guess what I figured out?
Starlight and Goldie waiting for Evelyn and Sophia!
You know what? It's not that hard to go to the class place, sit down, and wait.
I know what you're thinking: This is a simplified version of Hachiko. But in that story the owner dies, and no way Evelyn is only 17 and she is NOT going to die. Well, if so, I'm going to shine a star and save her life. Then I'm going to be the hero of the world. But what I care about more-is my owner and her lighting life.
Well, while Evelyn and Sophia were at class, we sneaked out of the house, pawed around and smelled and listened. Hmm... Turn left, pass the funny rainbow car...turn right, turn left at the weird naked statue (Evelyn says there's nothing much about it, just a work of art.) How could it be a work of art? I turned away and disappeared from the people's eyes.
Sniff... Sniff... Aha! "Goldie, do you smell them?"
"Yeah! I hear they're having baking class in the barkery up ahead. It sure smells wonderful!"
I smiled and tossed my head. "Lasagna?" We ran towards the barkery. Goldie rolled her eyes and stuck out his tongue. I laughed.
"Starlight!" Goldie skidded to a stop, sticking a paw in front of me. I bumped into it slightly.
"How could we react when she finds us there, sitting down like angels?"
I retorted as a deep thinker, "Maybe, you and I think, what would SHE do?"
Goldie tossed her head. "Duh! Be puprised, trying not to show it, if the teacher is looking. And stop being so bossy."
I rolled my eyes at Goldie. "Good work. Well, just then," I pulled her in a corner. "I got an idea on what to do. Speaking our your annoyed reply just now, we cock our heads and stick out our tongues. Then look loyal."
"OK, fine." Goldie is a smart, sly, loving but stubborn Golden Retriever. I don't plan on falling in love with my friend, so we smart Goldens have a sign hidden in our basket saying in red marker, "Spay and neuter us." When it's time, we plan on showing it to them.
Well, we sat in front of the barkery. The owners noticed us in slight shock and we cocked our head and stuck out our tongues as planned to. Then they both giggled, and we looked loyal-at least tried to-I am one no-good loyal looker.
Who said I wasn't loyal? We are going to do this until she graduates from college.
Well, we got some praise and attention from Evelyn and Sophia. This is so totally awesome.
The weird thing is that, I actually get to type on a computer. Goldie writes with pen. Some days, we just sit side by side and write in our journals (Diary sound weird for a record maker star like me.)
Well, that's the stardom of the day.
February 29th 2012 3:09 pm
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My owner says she will get a Collie and hopes to become a pet company boss after she graduates from here. I love it! My owner's roommate owns one too, called Goldie! Hey, that is a name made plain! How plain.
I will love my owner more than ever if her dreams come true. Besides Goldie, my best friend, I wish to have another friend, except then I will be much older. Maybe Evelyn can adopt it. I am a social butterfly, but secretly I prefer same-aged dogs.
I bug out at lasagna, but Goldie turns his head.
Goldie jumps on wooden things, but I just paw at them.
But we're always best friends.
This word sounds cruel.
Shake it off, bud.
Listen to some music!
I know, I'm weird. But I'm special! I know how.
I think stars shine in my heart.
Like when I saved that orange kitty from a tree. He belonged to Nancy.
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