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Bad Bad Dog...whatcha gonna do now?

Graduation Week

Well, graduation is Thursday. Mom is sick and she doesn't really feel like cramming. I think I'm going to get one of those diplomas that aren't filled out. Which can only mean I will be a repeat student. Maybe I'm just a little younger than the rest of the class and Mom should have held me back. There was talk between Mom and Dad (they don't think I understand) that I have some kind of attention problem. They just don't understand....I'm just a dog. A real dog. Not one of those fluffy pampered little things that like to be held and brushed. I like to dig, and chew, and if I had the chance, go through the garbage. I also heard them say I'm at the rebellious stage. That couldn't be further from the truth. I just want to be me. I want to be independant. i don't want to have to answer for my every move. I wish someone would take my feelings seriously. I'm almost all grown up and know one listens. Pretty soon they are going to tell me who my friends should be...probably that Golden Retriever that gets good grades and listens to his Dad...I'm sticking with my best friend Harley....he's the greatest.

Today is a pretty good day. Mom is home because she wasn't feeling to good the last few days, I think she's better now because she is talking about going to school tonight. The funny thing is that she still can't get me to do loose leash walking but I love to sit up and crawl when she tells me. Now I can speak, sit up, crawl and shake. I also can sit and down and I do come when I'm called. I sit and stay but I don't like it when anyone walks behind me....I think I watched the Godfather to much. I'm trying to be good today because they put this stuff on the couches so I won't jump up and dig. I know if I'm good long enough they'll take it off and I can get back to business.

Well, today was one of those days. Mom and Dad were getting ready for work. Dad mentioned that I had gotton ahold of my leash last night and it looked a little shorter. He had tied the part that I chewed so that he could walk me before he went to bed. Mom was a little angry but said she was going to Petsmart this afternoon. Well, guess what? She will not only buy a new leash, I will get new toys and treats they are such suckers for that stuff. Oh by the way....I pucked up the 6 inch section that I had eaten. Now they are worried I'm going to get sicker....not a chance. I can destroy and eat while they are cleaning up what I leave behind. They are starting to call me the Terminator.