Of Jokers and other things

Hi diary! Sorry I haven't updated in awhile...well, I couldn't have done, what with all the stuff Mummy makes me do for treats. I get worked to the bone, I tell you...though, speaking of which, Mummy bought me the most GI-NORMOUS bone I have EVER seen the other day! I worked on it for hours and hours and hours and still only managed to reduce it by half a foot. Nevermind. I think I'll sleep next to it again tonight, on my special carpet, instead of going back to my basket as I've always done. Just in case my bone gets lonely in the middle of the night and needs some gnawi----uh, loving. Yeah.

What sort of work did I have to do to earn this boney-bone-bone, you may ask? Well, I have a sort of routine I have to go through every single time. Usually Mummy asks for a toy of her choice, and I have to go fetch it for her before doing a slew of other tricks.

Sometimes though, I get real scared that Mummy might lose patience while I'm searching for the toy and give my treat to Moo instead. Okay, so she's never done it before but...THERE IS ALWAYS A FIRST TIME, RIGHT? right! Doesn't hurt to be too cautious! So if ever I can't find the toy within the first ten seconds, I grab what Mummy calls the 'joker'. I don't know why. I think of it as the thing-that-isn't-the-wheelie-the-duck-the-red-hearties-the-b rown-thingmajig-the-rubber-doggie.

Mummy never lets me off with that, though. Poo. So I have to go back and retrieve the one she wanted in first place. Not the thing-that-isn't-the-wheelie-the-duck-the-red-hearties-the-b rown-thingmajig-the-rubber-doggie.

I guess I should trust Mummy more. Though...and what *is* a joker, anyway? I thought I was the joker round the house?

Got to go!Until next time...AROOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

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