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Spro Diddy's Tails

Last Kiss For Mom from Wacker

Wacker (Zach) is gone. I can tell.

I was remembering, he was scared of the guy in the white coat, shaking all the way there all the time in the past, but not that last day. Wacker lived for 16 years & 50 weeks. He could not hear, and was slow getting around the house for the last week. He could still smell an animal cracker from across the house. Mom and Pop could tell it was time. So Friday the 27th of Feb he gave Mom one last kiss and was wagging his tail at the end. He was looking forward to go see Jake and Whiskey, his pals for a long time. It was time to go.

I have givin my last licks of love 3 times now, I am slow around the house cuz I'm lonely. Me and 3 BC's, I only have my momma now. In a way I'm sad cuz I am kinda selfish just thinkin about myself, but, Zach had reached the point and went out with love and his dignity. Dog gone he was a good guy.

I remember from the stories Mom & pop tell. Wack was the ultimate squirrel chaser. Chaser was the KEY word cuz he could never catch one. Then one close call and Zach reached the ultimate level of his passion (or as close as he could ever get). See Wack was a little guy and could not run worth a darn, bless his heart he sure tried though. Slow as honey. In the dog park and makin his rounds, I kid you not, a big fat squirrel drops out of the trees not 1 dog length from Wack.......face to face. Squirrel twitches his tail 2-3 times and Wacker stood still. He simply did not know what to do for a good 5 seconds. Then that squirrel took off and Wacker just stood there till he was about 5 feet away, then he let loose with that bark of his, like he was on a fox hunt. Ya know I let Mom & Pop think Wacker wanted to catch one all the time but I knew the guy. He just made it look like he wanted too. It was all in fun for him, he never expected to catch one, that was just the way he was. Never hurt a thang.

Good bye Zach, I love you.

Greatest American Dog?

Couple months ago I was out in the yard doin my business, reading the canine news and pow, casting calls for Greatest American Dog!!! I started thinkin how I run the empire, send off the 2-leggers to make $$ so they can pay for all my foolishness, set up their schedule for our dinner time, let em know when the stupid BC's need to be played with, ya....I'm the Greatest American Dog! I did not get the call. Nothin, not even a letter saying thanks, you are just too qualified.

So, show comes on, has been for a while. I'm sorry but I have kept my bark under control as much as I can. I mean, who paints? Who dances the Cha-Cha....Country Western...Ballet...Hip-Hop????? Then I see some stuff like who can get the treat the fastest. Hell, any 3 or 4-legger can do that (I like tripods). Any 4-legger can do an obstacle course. Give me a break. And.....those judges are just not worth scoopin my business in the back yard.

This show brings out the absolute worst in some of the people and practically all the time the 4-leggers look bored or not havin fun. Some of these 2-leggers are pretty stand-up people. All the 4-leggers are winners. But some of the 2-leggers..... telling on their "friends". Judges sayin your painting sux. I lift my leg in your direction Greatest American Dog. You put a real show about dogs and how we run the show, I mean stuff that happens in the real backyard. You would have a Emmy Winner and I would be the star.

I'm sorry Dogster, you sponsor the show and all, I think you missed the leash on this one.

Spro sayin, I'm a channel surfer on Wednesday night. C Ya

I'm A Loafer

Ya, I'm lazy now. I stand guard on the empire I call home. I built it to what it is, my piece of heaven. When mom and pop went lookin for a new house, one of my main things, easy access to counter tops, especially the kitchen.

Here is what happened today. Pop is at the puter workin and I come by and get my back rub. I saw it in his face cuz he turned in his chair and rubbed my ribs. He asked me, where are my ribs? I can't feel em Spro, you need to lose weight. I walked off with my secret intact. Then I saw him in the kitchen and it was our special time (eating). Now the 2 leggers put Shooter and Stu out to contemplate what are French Doors and who are the French (early diary entry). Anyway, they get our plates ready and we eat. Cept pop comes outta where Stu and Shooter eat with a look and the look is directed at me. I flat forgot to clean my mess up.

Anyway, got my wish on my choice of houses and I have now lived in it for the past 3-4 years. My favorite thing to find on counter tops, loafs of bread. I don't mess with a slice of bread, I wait patiently for the opportunity at the trophy loaf. I like most bread but prefer whole wheat loafs. They do this about every 3-4 months. I eat a loaf and they put the next loafs up for 3-4 months. Slowly they get comfortable or just plain stupid and leave it down. Boy I'm good and so is bread, especially a whole loaf. Got it just after lunch during their nappy-nap time, all asleep in my empire and I get up and get the loaf and chow down. I am sneaky and full. Till their next stupid moment this is the dough boy Spro saying watch your toast.

C Ya, Spro