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It's Ruff being ME!

Outta the Crate

Mommy and daddy decided a while ago that I was such a good girl that I could be out of the crate during the day. I wanted to watch out the window for them to come home, but there were these things in my way. I think mommy calls them blinds. Good name for them. I could not see out. they were making me feel blind, so I used my teeth to move them out of the way. Gently, of course, but they just kept being in the way. So I had to get rid of them.
Well, mommy and daddy were not happy. Specially daddy. He said I had to go in the crate again cuz I was naughty. After a few days I got to come out again. Mommy blocked my way to the window. So now I just chew up my toys and tease my sisters. (They have to stay in the crate, because they aren't big like me yet.) Well, anyway it is better than being in the crate.

July 21, 2005 Thursday

Mommy and daddy are taking me to school. I get to learn all kinds of things. Every time I go to school and see the other dogs I get so excited that I just can't keep quiet. I pull on my leash and jump and whine and bark to get their attention so we can play. The teacher and mommy and daddy have to keep reminding me to be quiet in class. Who wants to be quiet? I want to play...besides I already know most of the things they want me to do. I just don't like to do them unless I feel like it. I never feel like it when there are so many dogs I can play with. Mommy says I need to listen better. Why? I hear everything she says. I don't have time to sit and stay and down whenever she feels like it. I am a busy girl.

Riding in cars June 21, 2005

Uh OH...Mommy said I'm in the dog house. I thought the house belonged to all of us?!!

The other day mommy took me for a ride in Grandma's car. I love to go bye-bye. Anyway, while I was sitting there, I noticed this great length of material and could not resist tasting it. I tasted it and tasted it over and over again in several spots. When Mommy saw what I did, she was not happy. She told me that material is called a seat belt not a chew toy. How was I suppose to know? Mommy told me I had to call Grandma and tell her. I was scared and Mommy had to tell her for me...You know what? I'm so cute that Grandma couldn't be too mad...In fact she bought me some yummy treats the next day. But mommy says if I want to go bye bye all the time, I can't chew those belt things...Too bad...They're yummy.