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Our foot's in the door

Survivng in the frozen north

Unfortunately my last entry was quite a while ago - I lost computer privileges after trying to hack into my favorite treat companies websites to re-route their delivery routes TO MY HOUSE.

I was granted a reprieve today as with the unholy amount of snow having recently trapped us indoors for an indefinite future. Have I mentioned that I HATE SNOW?!?! Sure it's okay for a little while, when it's just a small dusting but this is too much - it should never tower above you in killer drifts the way it does in the godforsaken northern climate in which we unfortunately live. To make matters worse, that half wit french bulldog I live with actually *likes* it. I do my necessary business outdoors with out fuss and then find myself TRAPPED outside WAITING on that moron who is trying to prance through the snow - uncoordinated as she is she more or less just uses her freakishly huge head and chest as a snow plow as she barrels through the mountainous drifts.

I am really starting to doubt the sanity of my pack, especially my mom, for repeatedly torturing me with these new arrivals - I survived my time with that ADHD-hyper-crazy STEVIE!!! and not long after his stay with us ends, who comes along but Charlette. Okay, I admit it, I mistakenly thought when she first arrived that she had possibility. She is a related breed to Moi, she was young and ripe for training to be my second in command, and she was smaller than Moi. Unfortunately her intellect never developed, and her size exploded. Today it is an almost daily battle to remind her that *I* am still the dominate one! I only tolerate her now because one never knows which member of the pack may have to be sacrificed for the survival of the rest of the pack as food runs scarce in this bitter snowy winter.

A sad day . . . . and another chance at world domination . .- . one city at a time.

I didn't believe Mom when she told me - (she's never been that trustworthy anyway, like telling me having that insane pup STEVIE!!! around would be fun - LIAR!) but it seems as if this time she may be right. My best Boston pal Zoe is no longer around.

Fear not, she did not pass to the pup paradise in the sky, she merely relocated with her guy to Austin. One day she was here, okay - she was here for days on end, and then 'poof!' off into the horizon she goes with her person.

Hopefully the year or so we had together was enough, I have trained her to continue to do my bidding in my plot for world dog domination, that she may continue the battle in a new city. Look out Austin, here comes Zoe - a force to be reckoned with! Scream all you want, she cannot hear your cries! (No, REALLY she cannot hear your cries - she's DEAF!)

Dictator of the Mountain

Recently Mom and I, my new minion Zoe and her person ventured far out into the wilderness that is the lake of the devil and the surrounding rocky terrain.

After the vast amounts of rain this summer the water levels were high, making for a treacherous climb around the fallen boulders surrounding the lake.

My physical might has been proven!

My companions, human and dog, could barely keep up with me and my climbing prowess. Through out the arduous hike I led the way, finding the safest and quickest route up, and then down the mountain. Zoe in particular would freeze in fear, unsure of where to place her paws unless I first led the way. We quickly surpassed other humans, as well as 'outdoor' dogs like labs and retrievers. My might surprised many a human on our treck.

This adventure has only wetted my thirst for adventure. Perhaps next I will climb Mt. St. Helen's or one of the quickly melting glaciers.

Until my next adventure . . .