March 17th 2005 3:27 am
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Well it is about time I have my own diary. I have only been here now for six years and I am finally able to express myself.
I love my home!!!! I LOVE my Dad, he is my favorite human. Then would be my sister Shannon. She now lives someplace else. Mom said she is in a big school, a University I think she called it. Then I like my Mom. She is ok, but she used to tease me when I first came to live with them. I know it was just playing, but I did not want to be teased. So we sort of became distant. She treats me really good. She gives me extra food, lots of people food. I think she trys to bribe me with all the food. So I allow her to pet me. I will not stay on the bed if she gets on it. I do this grumble-growl and jump off. Mom and Dad say I am cranky. But really, I am just fine the way things are. I am not antisocial. I am just too pretty to be bothered. Everybody who has seen me and the Boys likes me best. I think it is because I am chocolate. PUH..LEASE do not call me brown!!!! And my eyes are yellow, which matches my coat perfectly. So everybody thinks I am gorgeous. I mean the Boys are black, how boring black sounds. Mom and Dad say I am a bit spoiled, and now that I think about it I have to agree. But ya gotta love me cause I am beautiful.
Mom took me to obedience school. I was my teachers favorite. Every time he wanted to use a doggy for an example he would take me. Made my Mom embarassed, cause I would not do it as good for her as I did for him. I was not the only chocolate Lab there, but I was the prettiest. We (cause Mom really was the one who got the training), passed with flying colors. It was easy stuff for me. Even Mom and Dad said it was mostly for teaching our humans how to handle us.
My Mom worked when first I moved here, so they kept me in my doghouse in the kennel in the garage. Dad has a HUGE garage and I had one side of it. They had never had a Lab before and didn't know how smart we are. I figured out very early that if I jumped on the door it would open. They also found out I loved to chew. I showed Dad how my kennel was insulated. Took him one whole day after that to remove ALL the insulation. He kept putting a flap up as a door and I kept tearing it down. Finally he must have gotten my meaning and left it open. Phew, took a bit to train him on that! My kennel was very very heavy. It took 2 strong men to lift it. The day I showed Mom and Dad I knew how to open the door was a fantastic day for me. As soon as Mom left for work and closed the big sliding garage door I got out. There was TONS of stuff to investigate! But I had the most fun with all the carboard boxes of Christmas decorations. Mom had so much wax candles. That was really fun to chew. And wicker baskets, they make a great crunching sound! I never chewed much on the wreaths, altho they were fun to carry. I even managed to tear off a bell from the wreath-hanger. I had alot of fun with the charcoal for the BBQ. I would put that under my paw and 'skate' around. Then my Mom came home. As soon as the door started to open I ran to meet her in the driveway. She stopped the car and I hopped in when she opened the door. She could not drive the car into the garage because I had so much in a pile on the floor. Mom was mad. She scolded me, telling me I was a bad girl.Then she got all worried cause she thought I had eaten some of the wax and charcoal. She called my doc and he said to keep an eye on me, and if I looked bad or was sick to get me down there. After she started to clean up she realized I had not eaten a thing. I just destroyed it. She should have known that! Not long after that I stopoed chewing altogether. Mom says I 'grew out of it', but I just saw no fun in it, they watched me too closely.
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