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Phoebe's Fantasies

A new family member

On 22 May 2006 I got a new baby brother, Zachary. Unlike myself, Zachary is human. I love him so much! I try to bring him toys to play with, but mostly he just lays there smiling and giggling. I like to give him kisses, too, especially when there is leftover milk! Mom and Dad don't seem to like that as much. I can't wait until Zachary gets older and starts playing with me!

Raw Eggs!

My masters have discovered something that I really love: raw eggs! Once a week they beat an egg and pour it over my food. Of course, you know how delicious a raw egg is! Every time they give me an egg on my food, it is so appetizing that I eat all of my food for the day in one setting. It's worth it. My masters tell me that it is supposed to help make my coat nice and shiny and help prevent me from shedding so much. My shedding never bothered me, but I sure do like how I look now. When some of the German ladies found out that I like eggs, they start bringing eggs over every time they visit me. My masters have to restrict how much I eat (something about cholesterol). Still . . . I love eggs!

My Life in Germany

My owners sometimes don't realize how confusing it can be. I have learned from them and am quite obedient; however, when we go outside to see the other humans, I can't understand them. My masters start talking strange, too. They tell me that they are speaking to the other humans "in German," but at home, they only speak to me "in English." It's very confusing. My masters tell me that it's for my own good so that no one else can give me commands. I can understand when the other humans are happy. They always seem very happy to see me.

The other humans have a hard time saying my name, too, but I don't count that against them. Sometimes they call me "Beefee" or "Beebee" or "Baby." Others just call me "mein kleines Mädchen." My master says that means, "my little girl." It takes them a while for them to realize that I AM a girl. My master says that in German, "dog" is a masculine word and so all dogs are boys until they realize otherwise. Are Germans really that crazy? Can you imagine what it would be like if there were only boy dogs?

When I am not among the Germans, my favorite thing to do is cuddle with my masters. Usually in the middle of the night, I wake up. It's cold in my bed and my masters' bodies are so warm! I jump in right in between both of them. Especially in the morning, my mistress really likes this. That is my favorite pasttime.

I think I heard my masters say the magic word: "walk!" It's time for me to go outside and meet the humans again!