Ginger's Weirdest Experience: Ginger's hot dog photo was taken off a website and she was edited into another photo being eaten by a wild boar! www.edachshund.com
So my mom called me a "pretzel stealer" this morning. You see, here's our morning routine:
* Wake up
* Mom starts coffee
* Me and Cocoa go outside to do our business
* We come inside and get our breakfast - two small helpings of kibbles
Cocoa and I have to eat in separate places because he would eat everything and leave nothing for me. So he eats on the floor, and I get to jump up on the kitchen bench next to the table, and have my breakfast. The nice thing for me this morning is that a small bowl of pretzels was available for me at the table to munch on.
Mom was out in the den and she heard my collar hit the bowl, and heard me crunch what she thought was a kibble. She heard it again. She thought it was odd because I usually eat my food quickly (for fear that Cocoa will steal it from me) and here it was a minute or two after she fed us. So she looked over and I was sitting at the other end of the bench from where I normally eat. She thought I was bringing my kibbles to the other end, again protecting my food from Cocoa, who WAS standing right underneath me.
She took one more look and realized the bowl of pretzels was there at that end of the table. So she got up and came over. I showed her how I would get them - pretty easy actually - just put my paws up on the table and quietly grab a pretzel. So she laughed and divided up the rest of the pretzels between me and Cocoa. AND she even let us lick the bowl afterwards!
So I don't really know why she called me a pretzel stealer, because I really don't feel like I was stealing anything. They were available at the table for anyone to eat, whether me, Cocoa, or mom or dad.
At any rate, I had a nice little snack of pretzels this morning, and they were really yummy!
Hey Dogster Pals!
Well it's been quite awhile since me and my brother Cocoa have posted diary entries, but today's a special day. It's my BIRTHDAY!!! That's right, I'm a Christmas Eve baby. I'm 7 years old today.
I can't wait to see what my pawrents got for me. Hopefully something that can be JUST MINE, because Cocoa always takes our toys from me. He hoards them. I can't stand that. It's not like I steal toys from him. And the thing that bothers me most is - as soon as he steals them, he doesn't even chew on them or play with them. He just stockpiles them and stares at me. What a meanie.
Anyway time flies. Can't believe it's my birthday, and that Christmas is tomorrow. Haven't been here on dogster that much the last couple months; mommy has gotten super busy and it's been tough to keep up with all my pals here. I also have a pile of zealies to give out. Anyone need any? Because I can give some of them to you if you're in need.
Well better get to helping my mom finish her wrapping and cleaning before my birthday and holiday festivities start tonight. Gramma and Grampa are coming up to see me too! I can't wait!!
