Age: 11 Years Sex: Female Weight: 51-100 lbs
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February 23rd 2004
Fetching, hiking, camping
Other dogs taking her ball, being ignored while we watch TV
Tennis ball, Floating kong, bone, Treat-dispensing ball
Ignoring everyone but mommy.
I smell cookies!
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February 24th 2007 4:29 pm
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Today my mommy took me to a new place. It reminded me of obedience class where I had to sit and stay and walk pretty on my leash when my mommy told me to. There were a bunch of other dogs and their mommies, just like obedience class. This place was different though. Instead of just one instructor lady, there were half a dozen. And they all wanted to pet me while I sat nicely. Mommy said I had to behave, or they won't let me become a "therapy dog". I don't know what that means, but I liked licking all the strangers.
When we left mommy was very happy. She said I had passed an "evaluation", and now I would be a "therapy dog". Again, I don't know what that means, but I guess if it means licking strangers and getting cookies, I'll look forward to it too!!!!
January 11th 2007 3:38 pm
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You have a kiddie wading pool in the yard, but no small children.
You have baby gates permanently installed at strategic places around the house, but no babies.
The trash basket is more or less permanently installed in the kitchen sink, to keep the dog out of it while you're at work.
You can't see out the passenger side of the windshield because there are nose-prints all over the inside.
Poop has become a source of conversation for you and your significant other.
You refer to yourselves as Mommy and Daddy.
Your dog sleeps with you.
You have 32 different names for your dog. Most make no sense, but she understands.
Your dog eats cat poop, but you still let her kiss you (but not immediately afterward, of course).
You like people who like your dog. You despise people who don't.
You carry dog biscuits in your purse or pocket at all times.
You talk about your dog the way other people talk about their kid.
You sign and send birthday/anniversary/Christmas cards from your dog.
You put an extra blanket on the bed so your dog can be comfortable.
You'd rather stay home on Saturday night and cuddle your dog than go to the movies with your sweetie.
You go to the pet supply store every Saturday because it's one of the very few places that lets you bring your dog inside, and your dog loves to go with you.
You open your purse, and that big bunch of baggies you use for pick-ups pops out.
You get an extra-long hose on your shower-massage just so you can use it to wash your dog in the tub, without making the dog sit hip-deep in water.
You don't think it's the least bit strange to stand in the back yard yelling, "Emily, pee!" over and over again, while Emily tends to play and forget what she's out there for (but what your neighbors think of your behavior is yet another story).
You and the dog come down with something like flu on the same day. Your dog sees the vet while you settle for an over-the-counter remedy from the drugstore.
Your dog is getting old and arthritic, so you go buy lumber and build her a small staircase so she can climb onto the bed by herself.
Your license plate or license plate frame mentions your dog.
January 8th 2007 3:32 pm
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Mommy took me for a walk today - and there was white spots in the sky, and on the ground, and landing on my nose! I think I remember the white spots from a while ago, I'm glad to see they're back. They're fun to eat, but not so fun when they get between my toes.
Hopefully the park will be covered in it and I can roll and roll and roll in it.
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