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Life in the fast doglane.

Merry Christmas

I apologize for not posting regularly. I have my rough drafts, but Ma had not had the time to write these days. I think I have been neglected...I should be calling my Union, but I can't reach the phone. Ma puts it where it is safe ...whatever that means.
I can smell food already! Every day, I hear Christmas songs on the radio. The songs are never about me or other dogs , and I am sad to note the inequality. Don't worry, this feeling will pass. I do not harbour ill feelings with anybody or towards radio stations. It does not pay.
Christmas is the time of year that I get TONS of treats that I like and I do not like. However, I am thankful for all the giver...always thankful for their effort to go to the store [when there is a snow storm] and think of me[?] [who else are they going to think about but Muah!]. I have been very vigilant these days of the bags that my folks are bringing home from work or from the store....I do not like surprises. I guess, it is genetic being nosy, eh?
Anyway, I would like to greet everyone a MERRY CHRISTMAS AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR.

That thing you do not do

Whenever Mama goes somewhere, she gives me a treat that I can't resist. However, with that treat is a long list of things that I CAN'T do while she is away. These things are as follow:

-Do not be rude to all the animals that come your way. Be a good girl [I am a picture of a well-behaved dog].
-Do not talk to our neighbours about our problems [like I really care about human problems...]
-Do not go to the pond [What's the use of having that clean pond anyway?
-Be kind to your Grandma [ya..ya..ya..ya..just a nip]
-Do not go near the gate [Huh! I can't even look outside without supervision?]
-Do not touch anything in the garden that you're not familiar with [and what does she mean by this? I can only touch the bones that I buried ages ago but I can't touch her silly flowers that make me sneeze all the time]
Last but not least????? Do not bark and be good, Bee! [ya..ya..ya...ya...give me the treat and be gone Mama].

Camping with my folks

Last July 18th was my birthday and Mama thought that it was a good idea to celebrate it in Kingston. We left on the 17th, the day before my birthday. I was excited to get into the car and come along with my folks. At first I was happy. However, after some time of being in the car, I began to wonder where Kingston really was. I endured the long hours of being in the car, "This has to be good", I told myself. As we continued the journey, I noticed that Mama was so happy and said that this trip would bind us together and forever. I looked at her and said, "fine, let us bond until we get tired of each other's presence" .."hik, hik, hik [I know I sound like a drunken dog]". I knew better than to contradict my Mama's plans or whatever she says. Papa always gets in trouble by contradicting her...still he has not learned from his mistakes. After hours of looking for a suitable place for me [of course, the world revolves around me], the car stopped....only then I realized that we were not going to a fancy hotel. I panicked. This could mean no air conditioning [I felt like fainting], no fancy bed [oh, my!] and no TV [Oh, no!!]However, I kept quiete. ..camping can't be that bad. Anyway, the first night was really bad- the heat was killing me. I could not sleep and I had to tell Mama of my discomfort. So, I walked towards where she was sleeping and started breathing heavily on her face..he..he..he..you should have seen Mama's face when she opened her eyes. She thought I turned into some kind of animal ready to eat her alive. She gave me a sponge bath to calm me down..oh, that was refreshing. Then I went to bed satisfied of the affection that Mama showed...after all, it was the eve of my natal day. The next day was not bad. We went hiking and visited some of the locks along the way. I got the chance to meet people and let them pet me [they were dying to pet me....actually, I was dying to meet them so they could pet me]. I got a piece of cake and a scoop of ice cream for my birthday. Papa and Mama ate the rest [Heaven fogive them]. I have to go...until then, bye.