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A day in the life of the Shmee

Long time no write, but it's a busy life...

Hi, my entry won't be as long as Daisy's because nobody can get a word in edgewise around her.

I'm Isaac, and I'm about 10 years old now. It's hard to tell because nobody knows exactly when I was born. It was somewhere in the Bronx that the CACC found me, and it was from that facility that I was rescued and Fostered by a wonderful woman named Inge who runs a Terrier BootCamp up in Sullivan County, NY. She rescued me, cleaned me up and trained me a little. (Ok, a lot, but I forgot most of it).

Then Mom and Dad found me on petfinder, and the rest is history. It's been almost 9 years since they first came to get me, and I love living here. I am terrified of thunderstorms, and I get upset sometimes when the LittlePerson tries to hug me (she's stronger than she thinks and she giggles a lot!) but I am really a big moosh. I scare people because of my teeth (they stick out so I look like I've got my hackles raised but really I just have an underbite...theories include that I was smooshed at birth!)

I am kinda smelly now because I really hate baths. Hopefully soon I'll get my summer haircut and be all sleek and velvety. I like when they leave my ear feathers on though, because I think they're pretty and very unique.

I love sleeping. I love to sleep on the bed in Dad's spot (when he goes to work) and I love to sleep on the floor next to Mom when she camps out in the LittlePerson's room when LittlePerson gets sad and cries in her sleep. I am Mom's shadow. I am everywhere she wants to be. Nobody is ever lonely when Isaac is home- I follow them everywhere and make sure they know that I love them. They say my breath is bad but I won't let them brush my teeth (go ahead, try, I DARE ya..) and ALso that I am Too Old To Risk Vet Scaling Teeth Because The Anesthesia Might Make Me Sleep Forever and they don't want to lose me.

That's good, because I don't wanna be lost, either. I love my people, and my girlfriend Daisy and even our cat friends, Bernadette and Simon.

Mom needs to go stop the LittlePerson now, she's spread paper towels all over the floor and Mom is getting that weird eyeball twitch she gets when the LittlePerson does bad things. Then Mom sighs a lot and drinks more Diet Pepsi and hugs me and tells me what a good boy I am.

I am, too.

Have a nice weekend everyone! Make sure to check out my Pup Pals, I have some really handsome and pretty ones!

Summer is here and my mom went back to work.

Life was good. In the winter, my mom fell in the driveway cause she's what my dad calls "klutzy" and hurt her foot. That meant that she was home with me all the time for days and days and days and days. It wasn't until about 3 weeks ago that she started going to the work place again. I got a new haircut where they shaved all my werewolf hair off except for on my face. The winter had sad things though, in that my cousin Milo who was my mom's first dog got really sick and then crossed over the Rainbow Bridge. Milo never liked me (or any dogs they say) but I loved him and looked up to him. He was the barkiest dog ever. Now when my mom and dad go to do laundry (which I don't like cause that's my bed they're washing) I get to go with them and play in Milo's old backyard. It smells like him and it makes me kind of sad to think that he'll never get to run in the grass there again or pee on the bushes.

Still, I'm glad I get to go see my Gramma and Grampa, I just wish Milo was still around and that me and him could have gotten to be better friends. So- all you dogs out there- try and be friendly to your fellow mutts- we've got to stick together.

It's Friday! I don't know what that means!

Hi. I'm glad you're reading my journal entry. I spent a lot of time figuring out how to possess my mom's mind and body so I could use her to type. Keyboards are ruff when you don't have opposable thumbs. Plus I need my nails cut but I'm not telling them that. They'll give me that piece of cheese that makes me all sleepy and then take me to the vet. Bad things happen there. I woke up early today. Mom and Dad were snoring so I went downstairs and raided the garbage can. Got some good stuff- some paper cups and a paper plate. I like napkins a lot too. Especially when they taste like people food. I look out the window a lot. There's a woodchuck that lives outside. My mom and dad call him "Hemingway". I think he's kinda fat. But he's fun to watch as he wobbles around the yards and eats grass. I like grass too. I also like to eat leaves off of trees. Mom said I look like a giraffe when I do that but since I don't know what a giraffe is, I'll just chalk that up to more of her crazy talk. Simon, my buddy, (he's a cat but thinks he's a dog- so shhh! don't tell him) and I decided it was time for a walk so we went and jumped on mom's chest. SHe got all whiny and babbled about how she didn't have to get up yet or something but we didn't give up. Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Simon and I were out in the glorious sunshine, marching down the street. Well...actually when Simon goes out during the day he gets a little freaked by the cars. So he just lays down on the sidewalk. Then Mom grumbles and picks him up, muttering about how cats aren't supposed to weigh 20 lbs. Whatever. After the walk Mom had to go out- she said she was sorry and gave me a cookie, even though she knows I never eat my cookies when I know her or Dad are leaving. So I sat on my chair and gave her my very very best "Saddest Dog On The Planet" look. It didn't work. She still left. But then I raided the garbage again and Simon and I chased Bernadette around the apartment. It was fun. I like being a dog.