Life's tough when you're an Eenie Weenie!

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Wrestlemania!

June 21st 2005 6:20 am
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Mom and I went for a walk last night. I finally got to meet the eenie weenie dog way down the street. His mom always took him inside when we were walking because she didn't know how he'd react to a strange dog. We went over to say hi and she brought out Charlie.

He's a five month old dapple eenie weenie. We had so much wrestling and chasing each other around the yard. There was even a cat to play with! It was great to play with someone my own size. We took turns rolling each other around. When I play with Gretchen and Jake, *I'm* usually the one rolled around on the ground and covered in dog slobber. We're going to go visit again, soon I hope!

Where's my harness??

 

I look so fast now!

June 18th 2005 7:31 am
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Mom got me a hug a dog harness last week. It's blue flames! Flames always make you look faster. I still don't like to have a collar or harness on but I always get to go somewhere if I have one on.

I got my harness on this morning. Dad took me to Petsmart. He said we were going to get bird food and stuff for RC. He went straight to the back of the store......to the groomers! Oh no! Not the nails again. Hopefully I'll still look big and tough in my new harness even though I'm shaking like a leaf. Where's that nice guy that always trimmed my nails before? Lady, please don't hurt me! Please? What? You're done? Now we get to go shopping for dog treats! Yipppeeee!

 

I am not a whiny weenie! NOT!

June 15th 2005 8:20 pm
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Just because I sit here and stomp my front feet and grunt when you won't share what you're eating doesn't make me a whiny weenie. Just because I stuff the bone I can't chew under the furniture and I dig, bark and cry at it doesn't make me a whiny weenie.

Just because I am not a whiny weenie!

*stomp* *grunt* *stomp* *grunt* *stomp*

NOT!

 

What a Memorial Day!

May 30th 2005 6:13 pm
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Today was a great day. I got to go to the dog park again. We met Snoopy and his Mom there. It was fun getting to meet another eenie weenie dog. There were a few rough moments with a feisty Boston Terrier (where do they get all that energy?).

The dog park was good and muddy from all the rain this weekend. I ran around a little with Snoopy and the Boston Terrier for a bit before we were joined by some other dogs. A bunch of them were white fluffy dogs. Boy oh boy! Those white fluffy dogs had so much fun running through the mud and grass. One Westie was rubbing his face and head on the ground. He was all grey in no time! I stayed up by the picnic table and played with Snoopy and some of the other dogs. I just rolled around on my back and they woofed and played with me. I'll be braver next time and run with them.

I got to meet another weenie dog. She was a pretty red long hair. *rheeeeet rhooooo* *owww-wooooooo* A real looker! Too bad I'm fixed.

While Mom was setting up the grill, I snuck over to the neighbors again. I came right back though, no one was home again. I like this grill thing. It drips good tasting stuff on the patio and it smells soooooooooo good. Really makes a puppy hungry. I think my days of a fun loving, patio licking puppy are numbered. Mom said she's going to Home Depot to get some stuff so I can't scoot under the fence any more and so the grill won't drip.

Hey! Where's the beef?

 

Bathtub? How'd I end up in here?

May 29th 2005 10:26 am
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It started out as a beautiful day. Mom and I were outside cleaning up the yard. There was lots of twigs and branches all over the yard from the storms. I was minding my own business chewing twigs, chasing bugs, and doing dog things.

While Mom was busy cleaning up the garden I thought I'd go next door and see if that nice lady was in out in her backyard. Maybe she has some twigs and bugs too! I squeezed under the fence. I've never been under the fence before. She wasn't there so I decided to go back in my yard with Gretchen.

I couldn't get back under the fence! I WAS STUCK! I was scared and kept wiggling around trying to scoot back under the fence. I tried digging and digging to make a bigger hole. Mom hollered for Dad to see if the nice lady was home next door so she could unlock the gate and I could come home. I kept digging and Mom was finally able to pull me back through. That rain made the ground nice and slippery-mud!

One minute I'm minding my own business chewing twigs and chasing bugs, next thing you know, I'm up to my elbows in soapy water in the bathtub! How does that happen to a puppy?

 
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