Dogster

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Hello

clearing up the doughnut/taco story

Okay, okay, so occasionally I have been caught in the act of begging
for a doughnut or taco here and there. You see, I lived the first year of
my life on the streets, and that's how I ate! I have a cute little face, you see, so really all I had to do was stand around on the street and people would toss me sandwiches, doughnuts, tacos, and stuff like that. That's when I lived on the west side of town. My first owner didn't have a fence around his yard (so I wandered onto their property one day and said, "Hmm...think I'll live HERE.") and they had a dog, Ferocious, and guess what HE did? Why, he came right up to me and bit the tip of my ear right off. I'm NOT kidding. Ouch!! He should be renamed Mike Tyson, if you know what I mean. Well, we get along okay now...we used to rassle around until Ferocious got arthritis. Now I pretty much keep to myself, although I am warming up to Foxy. She seems to like me an awful lot...always licking my face and acting all happy to be around me. I'm not her mama...Mama is her mama, if that makes any sense. But Foxy rhymes with Moxie, and I don't get along with Moxie that well. We tolerate each other and all, but she thinks she's all that. Just 'cause she lived on the street for awhile, too. Anyways, I love my mom and dad...they're good to me, and they tell me I'm Naughty Negra, but I like it that way. I think they do, too. *giggle*