July 8th 2007 8:47 pm
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I live with all these shortlegs.
It isn't that I don't like them I do I do. But I get tired of the shortlegs. They cannot keep up with me (they cheat and take short-leg-cuts instead of going around the summerhouse the long way they stop and double back).
When I came here at 10 weeks Mitchell was already here. Then they added Zelda. Then she had puppies. Now there are two of them. (Puppies.) The puppies are Hooligans. Real delinquents.
I just want to be with Mom. Dad is nice but I am Mom's boy. We understand each other. Sometimes I get to go to the Art Gallery withMom. I love this. I can lay on the floor and be away from the shortlegs. I can greet people. Sometimes I growl and Mom gets fissy. I know who's nice and who's not.
One day getting out of the car in a rainstorm Mom did not have my leash on. Just as we got to the door there was like this incredible crack of thunder right on top of us. I was soooo scared I wanted to run away. Mom grabbed me and shoved me in front of her while she unlocked the door. Since then I have been.....afraid....of thunder and fireworks and the smoke alarm. I HATE the smoke alarm. I hate it almost as much as the nail clippers. When the smoke alarm goes off (whenever Mom cooks) I go outside and won't come in. You just never know.
Whenever I see the nail clippers I got outside andwon't come in, just in case.
I have had obedience lessons and been put in a big pen with sheep twice. I think sheep are not very interesting. I know I am supposed to be crazy for sheep but they are pretty stupid and I would rather pee on the posts and then go home and get a chewie.
I love my Mom and she loves me. I am her heart and soul.
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