My Pal Pinky is Missing...

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Please see her diary for details.. Please help us find Pinky!!!!

Star says I'm changing the world!!

Wow - a new game of Dogster Tag! This time you are supposed to pick 3 Dogsters you think are really pawriffic and tell everyone why! Let each of your three know how much they are loved with a rosette or a pawmail!

I was tagged by the beautiful Midnight Star!

Charlotte: Because if she can't make you laugh, I don't know who can!!

Sir Winston Churchill Wurchill: For his drive and determination to get the @#$Y^$ Cat!!!

And

The one and only Miss Honey Pie: For always being a great pal and true b!tch.. what more could a dog ask for?
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I've been Tagged!

I've been tagged by Toto!!!

Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged, need to post in their Diary the rules & their 7 pawsome facts. Then choose 7 dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to bark them a pmail that they have been tagged and to read your Diary!!!

1. I am the least behaved of my brothers, but still rule the roost! I was there first, and that's final!
2. I am a steak-a-holic. Mom says I need an intervention.
3. As much as Dexter annoys me, I still love him. Sometimes, I even play bow to him.. just not when I think anyone else is around..
4. Mom is my sucker. Absolute sucker. Anything I want, Mom gives me. Come'On steak!
5. I am the only one of my brothers who has not made the newspaper. I think they're all scared of my ridiculously good looks.. That's my story, and I'm sticking to it!
6. If you look me in the eyes, I will kiss you. It's not just any kiss, I'm secretly trying to probing your brain. Yep.. Straight up the nose I go!
7. My tail's name is Ted. We have Excellent Adventures and Bogus Journey's. We are.. Bull and Ted.

I've tagged:

Honey
Anubis
Chloe Girl
Raven
Angus
Skye
Sproket

You shoulda seen it..

Friday evening, Mom and Dad got this brilliant idea to clean the fish tank. 'Terminator', my Pleco brother, has been very lazy as of late, and not eating his fair share of tank algea, so Mom and Dad figured they'd allow him to continue lazing and start from scratch. He has also managed to Terminate the rest of the fish in the tank, so he is alone, and evidentally unwilling to clean up his own mess.

After a battle of wits resulting in a very wet carpet, they netted Terminator and put him in a holding tank and covered it with a plate so he couldn't try and make a break for it. They each take a side of the tank, and wobble their way to the bathroom where the plan is to dump the water down the shower drain. Simple, right? Not so much..

They do make it to the bathroom, and that's when things start to go horribly wrong. The bottom falls out of the tank and sends 10 gallons of filthy water, along with all the gravel spewing onto the floor. Mom and Dad start gagging.. why, I'll never know. It smelled heavenly.

During that same time, Terminator was going ballistic in his makeshift tank: jumping, wriggling.. He wanted to Be Free. Or maybe he wanted to play with me.. I'll never know. About 10 minutes later, he stopped going nuts. We all figured his temper tanrtum was over, and Mom and Dad continued to mop up the Heavenly smelling bathroom so we wouldn't try and roll in the funk. When they were done, they started looking for a tank big enough to hold Terminator for the night, and came up with a small yellow garbage can. Dad cleaned it out really well, and Mom went to sent up the filter and air bubbles. Then, they went to get Terminator.. He was upside down. TKO'd, as Dad put it. The way I figure it, he bumped his little fishy head too many times, and knocked himself out... My fish brother drowned.. Mom and Dad said he was too big to flush down the toilet, so they wrapped him up and took him to the lake for a proper burial at sea.

They put the two new fish they bought that day in the yellow garbage can with the filter and airbubbles. The five of us air-breathers went to bed. When Dad woke up in the morning to check on my new fish bretheren, our colorful Gourami jumped ship, which I applaud him for.. not because I am a heartless dog, but because I wish I had his agility. See, there was maybe a 1/4 inch sliver of garbage pail uncovered by the top of the former fishtank, and he managed to jump through.. He commited Fishicide in a final attempt to free himself from living in a yellow garbage pail for the rest of his life. Sadly, wetter pastures were not laying outside the tank.

Saturday, Mom and Dad went searching for a new tank for the surviving One Fish. "Is all this worth it for one stinking fish?" I asked Mommy. "Couldn't your time, money and energy be better used petting me and buying me greenies and taking me to the Park?" I asked Daddy.. All I got was a nasty look from both. They bought the new tank, and some colorful friends for the survivor. They bought a stand for the new tank, too. They rearranged my living room to fit the new stand and tank... They moved Ben's couch. He was NOT amused. They moved my fluffy pillow. I STILL am not amused.

Dexter... well, he's always amused. He's now convinced there is a White Dog living in the fishtank, much like Finlay's friend in the fireplace. He says he's going to free it tonight. Mom and Dad are not amused.

Beefawhat?

Well, a full week and a half has passed since my last diary entry, and to date, I believe that I still hold the title of Favorite Granddog. I hear that it may come with a piece of congratulatory steak, although it has yet to be confirmed. mm. steak.

Speaking of steak, Mom was telling Dad that she's like to go to a ranch this year to see a real live Beefalo. See Mom's always found Beefalo real interesting, and has always wanted to see one Up Close and Personal, and she thinks maybe this is the year to do it. Her big question is are they Buff Beef, or Beef in the Buff. Personally, I don't really care as long as there's steak involved, but if that's how she wants to waste her time, so be it. I can think of a 116 Ways to Spoil Me if she really has that much time on her hands. Humans. They're so unpredictable.

My 'Thank You?' letter from Grandma

Mom got an e-mail from my favorite lady, Grandma this morning... Here's what it said..

TO:BULLET'S MOM FROM: BULLET'S GRANDMA

Please thank Bullet for the update on his life, and assure him that not
only is he the most handsome PITKITA in the world, of course, he is also,
at this moment, my favorite.

However, like any grandma worth her salt, I reserve the right to change my
mind if I don't get regular letters, notes, and kisses. Also - I need
presents - preferably home made - that I can proudly display to my envious
friends.

This can also apply to my child -

I'm sorry, but was that a Thank You letter? I'm not so sure..

Now, onto the more important things at hand. Yesterday was my Birthday. It has been one full year since I found my parents, and consequently, I was spoiled Rotten. (yes, that's a capital 'R') We started the day with a trip to Grandma's, where I was spoiled with steak, pork, eggs, bagels, caviar (yes, Seva, I did save you some), lox and birthday pie. I love Grandma, and no, it's not only because she feeds me, although that does play a big part... (take that!.. change your mind.. sheesh!!)

We then went for a nice hike, where I was able to chase some squirrels, and then off we went to the Dog Park, where, again, I was thoroughly spoiled by all who adore me. I even got some extra pets and hugs just because it was my birthday!! How cool is that?!

My day was complete and I was satisfied after some Ice Cream at Denville Dairy, my favorite ice cream place on Earth. It may not be as good as Culvers (you lucky dog, Lyle!!), but a dog's gotta make do with what he's got, I suppose.

Well, it was a busy busy day yesterday, and I've got this Huuuge bone to work on, so I think I'll go hide in the back room with it so Ben can't get in any unwanted licks in on my fancy-schmancy femur bone.. A Handsome PitKita's work is never done!! Thanks for all the birthday wishes!!

Oh!!! And Happy Birthday to my Pal, Winston!!! I hope you get that Darned Cat, Buddy!!!!

Looky Loo, Grandma!!! An entry just for you!!!

I had a talk with Grandma. She told me she was "very dissappointed" in me...

"Bullet!!!! When are you planning on updating you diary? I've been waiting a month!!! Stop being so lazy!!! The world is waiting to know what's on your mind!"

"Grandma!! It's not laziness!!! It's just that I've been soooo busy!!! First, we started "fostering" Ben, then was the Little Punk's barkday, then came Christmas, then came Ben's adoption, then New Years... I needed some rest!!!"

"Bullet, sweetheart...baby!! You're my favorite Granddog.. is it so wrong of me to want to hear from you every once in a while? If not for me, do it for your adoring public.."

"I have adoring public?"

"Sure you do, BullyBaby!! They're all waiting to hear from you.. You are, after all, the Most Handsome PitKita ever.."

"Aw, shucks, Grandma, you're making me blush... adoring public... I don't have any adoring publi... uh...can I use your computer?"

All I can say, is Thank DOG!!

Welp, Thank Dog the Howlidays are over, that's all I can say!!! Mom's been running around like a Jack Russel Terrier the past few weeks, and I have to say.. it's nice to have her back to normal. See, between Dexter's birthday on November 25th, and Hanukah on December 15th, and Christmas on the 25th, she's been going crazy shopping. Now, Mom's not really a "mall" person (although she does like shoes) so the howlidays for her are torture. She's also one of those people who over-analyze gifts for people... You know the type "but, I don't want to get so-and-so that, because it's right off the rack.. So-and-so could and would buy that themselves..." She drives herself crazy, and if you ask me, it's all for-naught... well, except for Grandma, she appreciates it. Me, I'd be just as happy with a box of Greenies, straight from the shelf.

We made it through the howlidays pretty unfrazzled, except of course, for mom. I, being the GoodBoy, made out like a Bandit. I'm still working on my first Big Bone, and I've got a few left to go. My pal Gibbon sent us some REALLY cool presents!! There was a Cuz ball for Ben (so he's stop stealing mine) and a Pup Pie, which Mom won't let me taste yet... Oh, and a Tug Of War rope, and a purple plushy, and some Snausages (not sure if I mentioned it, but not only are Snausages my FAVORITE, and I LOVE Gibby), and a whole bunch of other cool stuff!! Thank you so much Gibbon and Mommy!!!

Well, this being my very first Howliday season with my family and all, I'm still pretty worn out.. I think it's about time for a nice nap on my new blanket.. Hey, a Pups gotta test out his goodies, right?

Happy Birthday, Little Punk!

Happy Birthday Dexter!!! I hope we...er... You get some steak (and I get to share it...)