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The Big 0-3

I'M IN TROUBLE!

I was a very bad boy this past weekend. My parents went to a wedding and got home very late. In my head that gave me the right to act up. Daddy (against Mommy's warning) left his suit pants on the bedroom floor. OHHHH, SOMETHING TO CHEW!!! But it get's even better...he left his wallet in his pants!! Oh joy, this just keeps getting better!

Needless to say my parent's woke up to a little mess....the entire wallet chewed up all under the bed. Boy, was Daddy mad at me. I mean I ruined pretty much everything. But when I get going, watch out, I can't control myself. I better start saving my money to buy Pop's a new wallet.

Maybe I should enroll in self-control class?!

The Big 0-3

Just wanted to let all of my puppy pals know that next Friday I turn the big 0-3. I can't believe I'm going to be 3 years old already...times flies when you are misbehaving!!

I hope that Mommy and Daddy have some big birthday plans for me. I'm really, really hoping that they get me some good toys, lots-o-bones, some doggy ice cream, carrots (in that order is fine with me), let me roll around in goose poop, NO BATHS, free run of the neighborhood and all the love in the world. Is that to much to ask for? I don't think so...I deserve it.

I'm starting to think that since I'm going to be 3 I should start acting like an adult dog. That will be very hard for me, since I act like a new puppy still. But I think if I started acting like a big boy, Mommy would think it was her birthday!!! We must all remember that it's MY birthday!!!!!

I'm actually a little upset with my parents right now. I really, really don't like outfits and they made me try on my Halloween costume last night. I'm going to be a pirate, which I think is goofy. I mean, I look good in anything but I should be able to pick out what I want to wear, not Mommy.

See the thing is that I'm the Major of my city, because I'm always on patrol of the neighborhood from my front window. I have a reputation to uphold and I don't know if a pirate is the way to go. I guess I don't really have a choice. I should be happy because Mommy almost got me a pumpkin outfit which is SO NOT ME.

I think you'll all be surprised at how good I am at being Major. My parents had been waiting for their new grass for most of the summer. A couple of Sundays ago, Daddy told me to call the city to ask about our sod, to tell them that I was the Mayor of our street, chop, chop. Low and behold, Mommy got home from work on Monday and the new grass was in. I don't goof around...when I have a job to do, I do it. My parents owe me big time...which takes us back to my birthday. See I do deserve the best birthday ever!!!

Love,
The Birthday Boy
Jack Dogg