October 22nd 2005 2:23 pm
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I'm a good boy, I am. That's what Daddy says. He says that because I'm good (well, half of the time), that not only can I spend time chewing on chewies before going to sleep each night, but I can now SLEEP on the BED! Yay! It's always been a dream of mine. I don't want to make Daddy mad, because he gets really crabby (like Biscuit) when he doesn't get enough sleep, so I sleep on top of Mommy most of the night. I have to be careful, because if I disturb Biscuit, she snarls at me. The fuzzy blanket that is on the bed gets too hot for me though, so I sometimes sleep on the floor, which is nice and cool. Mommy laughed because the other night I went back in my cage to sleep for a little bit. Daddy bought me a blue rug to sleep on, which is nice, but sometimes, I just like the cold hard floor.

Daddy was mad at me this morning at the puppy park. I had lots of energy and couldn't resist stealing plastic bags off the picnic table and shredding them. I loooove to shred plastic bags! I can shred a big one in two seconds. Then, Coby and I had a misunderstanding over a stick and got into a little bit of a tussle. We're both big boys, so it didn't hurt, but Daddy was not happy. My really good friend Mason (Mom says he's a Why-me-rainer?) was at the park, but it was cold and rainy and we didn't feel like playing together much. Next time I'll sneak attack him!

L0ts of slobbery kisses,

Dylan