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Hope Leslie Devoted (to my new diary)

Fuzzy Dusters--Bah

Did I ever mention that I find that new fuzzy-duster dog, the Merry thing, to be a royal pain in the fluffside? SHEESH! If he was a rodent, I'd eat him! Well, maybe not, but I wish I could catch him and give him a good thrashing once in awhile. He's the most obnoxious little brat I've ever met! Everywhere I go, he follows me, barking maniacally and biting at me! For no reason that I can figure out! The only thing I can think of is that I growled at him once when we first met--just to let him know that I consider myself the alpha female who must be obeyed--and he seems as if he may be holding a grudge or something. Geez.... are all those tiny almost-dogs as obnoxious as the Merry thing? If so, I hope no more of them come to live here. "Merry", my fluffside! He should have been called "Obnoxious Biting Barking PITFluffside Not-Quite-a-Real-Dog"....

On a lighter note, it's almost time to go outside this morning, and Rex and I will ignore Kiki, as always, and play obsessively with The Egg. My favorite at-home pastime :-). We've invited Kiki to play with the egg many, many times, btw. She just growls at us and says she wants to be left alone. She never plays, not even when she was a puppy. Doesn't seem like a fun way to live la vida doga, but, oh well! The Egg awaits, and luckily the fuzzy duster isn't allowed to come outside and ruin our fun!

See ya!
Hope

O, There's No Place Like Home For The Holidays

Yipppppppeeeeeeeeee!!! I just (and I mean JUST--as in 15 minutes ago) returned from a trip to Mom's hometown in eastern Oregon. Her and Dad and some of the human children went to see friends and family before Christmas, since they couldn't be there for Christmas day, and they brought me along. I am SO happy! No other canine person got to go on this trip, so for once I didn't have to share my people with anyone. You can't imagine how delighted I was! No Puck or Bit harassing me anytime I get close to Mom or Dad. Nobody chasing me when I want to chase the Chuckit ball. No Jasmine insulting me. No Kiki being cranky, and no one eating my food! I got all the belly rubs, all the food fed to me by hand, one bit at a time. I got all the rides in the car to parks and places to run and sniff. It was Heavenly, I tell you! Two days of my humans' undivided attention is one of those rare events a lady like myself really cherishes. Thanks Dad! Thanks Mom! I love you both, 'cause I'm a GOOD girl :-)

Happy Birthday to Me

Today is my "official" birthday. Officially, I am 5 years old, now. IRL, no one really knows for sure. What I do know for sure is that the last four years of my life have been very happy ones. Four years ago, Dad said Mom could adopt me from that horrible, cold, noisy, terrifying place where I stayed for awhile in a chain link kennel after being caught and delivered to this place with my pitbull/rottweiler/GSD "brother" while we were running loose in the streets. I went from that place, where I was frightened and cold, and where I feared for my very life, and I came home to this family, who love me very much. They taught me to play and to not be quite as frightened of things, they take me to fun places, they never abandon me, and they never, EVER put me in a kennel.

Today is my birthday, and I share it with my Mom and her oldest son (Rex's person, Dan). For our birthday, we're going out for dinner. Mom tells me I'll have a birthday present, too. I hope it's one I can chew, and that Puck Robin or Bit won't try to steal it from me! Whatever it is, I know I'll love it, because it comes from people who love me, and who think I'm a beautiful and good girl. It reminds me of yesterday, on Thanksgiving, when Mom and Dad said that they are thankful for me. Mom reminded Dad that 4 years ago, I was scheduled to be "PTS" the day after Thanksgiving. I don't know what that means, but it upset Mom, so I don't think it is a good thing. Then she gave me a hug, and told me I was the best "lovely lady, lady love" she ever had and wished me a Happy Birthday. I wished her one, too, licking her face and telling her that I love her, too :-). Birthdays are good. Happy Birthday to Me!