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The days in the life of a Pharaoh Hound (drama drama drama)

What's so cool about water?

This weekend Mom took me down to play with Dune, but apparently Dune has become someone else. When I saw him he became very aggressive with me, and Mom sadly had to kick him in the chest to get his attention off of me to get me inside. I wasn't scared though, even when he started growling very loudly, I just wanted to sniff him. Mom says it's because he has never been socialized, and doesn't know how to behave with another large dog.
I was sad, we used to be such great pals.
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To cheer me up Mom took me to her friend Megan's house. Megan has a lot of Pit Bulls, and she said they would love to show me how to swim.
Swim you say? What is it to swim?
It's embarrassing! At first I watched John jump into this big water bowl! It was very unnerving, and I watched and watched until he came to the surface of the water again. I was racking my brain as to why he would succumb himself to such torture, and it was while I was in the middle of thinking that Mom snatched me up and placed me into the water! I was very nervous since I couldn't see my feet, but they soon touched a step, and I was knee deep in warm, crystal-clear water. She attached a green leash to my neck "For your safety" she said. Yea right! It was so I couldn't get away! As I was overcoming my shock of being placed unannounced into this wet place, down she placed me to another step, even further into the water! I soon learned to keep my eye on her, lest she make another move.
Apparently she thought that bringing Casey out would help get me to understand what I was to do. At first, I wanted to just play with Casey, but I had the stupid green leash on me, and I couldn't! Then, before even greeting me properly, Casey leaped into the water after a bone that John had thrown, drenching me completely. I was very wary of her, they must have all been in cahoots together to get me into this. Megan soon took Casey out since she was getting tired. I couldn't understand why she wouldn't just get out herself, the horror! While I was watching her get put away, Mom grabbed me and carried me out into the water. I almost peed myself. She slowly let me down into the water, and I thought I might drown. Suddenly, my feet started paddling and Mom let go of me! I was going out of my mind by this time, so I started swimming toward the wall. Wait, swimming? Was I actualy swimming? I was! I swam around in a circle and Mom stayed right at my face, holding on to me. I made it all the way back to the stairs, safe and sound, and Mom freaked. I don't remember the last time I got so many kisses and hugs and pettings!
Then out came Bandit, even more enthusiastic than Casey. John says that he has to swim with Bandit at all times, because he won't stop swimming unless made to, and he sinks because of his weight. Bandit is a very nice Pit Bull, just like Casey. Once again all formalities were ignored, and I was drenched again! I couldn't swim with Bandit in there, he was taking up too much room! He was everywhere at once, swim swim swim, that's all he seemed to want to do. He would even dive right off the edge. It was only after Bandit got out that I even tried to swim out to Mom. She kept calling me and patting the water and her arms and chest, and I wanted to go to her! I kept inching forward, but the steps ended! I would stand on the bottom step and paddle with one foot, but it didn't seem to be working.
In the end I did swim out to her twice, on my own.
I was very tired afterwards, and slept on the way back home.

Now she says it's beach time!
AH!

Yeehaw!

I got to be a hick doggy when Mom and Dad took me to Idaho last week!
The 12 drive there was horrible because I was made to lay down the whole time, but we stopped frequently enough and I got to trot it out, then it was back on the road.

When we arrived I met Daphne, a tiny Pomeranian! They were afraid that I would hurt her, so I didn't actually get to play with her until the next day. Then they learned that I was very gentle with her when we played. I ignored her the rest of the time, and she just followed me around trying to get me to play.
I got to run in the back yard of Dad's old house where he grew up, it's huge! It's much bigger than Mom's warehouse at work, and I didn't have to be on a leash. There was this thing called trampoline that I was allowed to get up on, lots of trees, and lots of new smells. I hunted worms, butterflies, and birds too, and I got so rowdy that I finally showed Mom my full speed run! She said I was going so fast that she was afraid I would run into something and break myself in two, but my brakes work just fine. I sure did take my own breath away though, I love running!

They took me for a car ride late one night into the country and I saw horses, cows and sheep, and was so interested in them that I accidentally konked my nose into the window in my excitment, oh well, they were all to busy munching on their grass to notice.

When Mom took me to her Mom's house, I met four new dogs. Roxie was my favorite, but her mom, Chloe, didn't like me playing with her, so I had to be careful. Mom was hoping that I would get to meet her first cat Tutter, but when we got there her Mom told her that he had gone missing after she and the neighbor had had a disagreement. Mom cried into my neck for a little while, but I told her it was okay by licking her eyes. She has me now, and that's all that matters! I'm much better than any old cat!

I'm still catching up on sleep, but I can't wait to go again!
Mom tells me that we might do quite a bit more travelling next year, since Dad's going into the Army. She says that next stop is North Carolina! I hope they have cows there...

I'm a mother.. sortof...

I had a great playdate with my friend Storm today! I got to show off my baseball park and we played for 2 hours! We were pretty pooped by the time we left, but as we exited the park something strange happened to me.
Mom and Storm's Mom were talking about meat and what have you, when Mom felt me lunge at something. She turned to look and saw an itty bitty baby bird running toward me on the sidewalk! It was cheeping at me "Mommy, Mommy!" but I let it know that I was NOT its mommy by snapping it right up in my mouth. Apparently that is not very polite, because Mom pulled me off of it and I dropped it. It ran toward me again and sat under my front legs, so I guess it thinks I'm its new Mother!
I was not very pleased when Mom said we were going to take it home. I could have just eaten it right then and there. I couldn't understand why she wanted to make me wait. When we got home Mom was hussling around the house getting towels and baby bird food and a box with a hole in... then she gave the bird a bath and put its box on top of a heater! This little fellow is getting quite the ride. I'm not allowed to do anything with it but stare at it, Mom says. She even placed its box high on the top of the book shelf, to keep it out of my sight. But I know its there, I can smell it.
So Mom says we are going to keep it and feed it until it dies, which she supposes it will. It only has just enough feathers to cover its tiny frame, and will probably not make it through the night, but we'll see I guess.