March 23rd 2006 12:56 pm
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Dear Diary,

I finally have a really cool home. I'm never going back to that Humane Society place - I like this arrangement much better. There's good food, like Peanut Butter, (WOW! Where's that stuff been all my life), and I get my own bed. I also get to lay on the couch, and on Mom & Dad's bed when they're not in it, and we go for walks, and play ball - and, oh yeah - I have a big brother to pester! Sometimes Mom tells me to stop picking on him 'cause he's not a puppy any more, but he's starting to limber up a little. Of course, all of the toys are mine, but I do let him use them once in a while (if Mom & Dad are watching and make me share).

I have to stay in a kennel for a while when my family is at work 'cause I chewed on these black tubes that come out of the ground. They were really fun to play tug with, but Dad said something about "irrigation system," along with some other words that he doesn't usually say. Oops! My bad! I tore up my bed some, too, and when I tried that on the couch cushion, Mom and Dad said I had to hang in my big kennel so that they'd still have a house when they came home. I'm a puppy - what do they expect? At least I go outside to potty!!!