Dogster

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life on the farm

It's so cold here.

I really hate our new house. Even though I have a pen outside now where I can see everything around our house, it stinks to be stuck out there. What happened to being a house dog? Carpet, what's carpet? And me, destroy it...no way! My puke and pee surely wouldn't do that. At least I get to sleep in the garage at night, but I used to be king of my domain. *sigh*

We moved!

Even though it happened back in May, I'm still getting used to our new place. I have a big yard, but there are many other dogs in the neighborhood who kind of spook me. Almost biting the neighbor when she came in our house was not a good idea either! Maybe I'll like it here yet. When my dad gets done with my pen it might be different. Not getting to run around in the country has been a hard adjustment.

I love trash.

Whether it's those yummy kleenexes in the trashcan or rolling in poop outside...I love trash. I love to smell like trash. I love to smell like poop. It gets me in a lot of trouble at home, but I don't care. I am the king of stench.