Have you Missed Me?

It's been almost 2 whole years since I wrote. I've been so busy. Mommy and Daddy have been messing my house all up. They ripped up the pretty purple carpet and put this yucky white stuff down. I don't understand them. The old stuff was still good! It was scratchy, and when I did my rolly-pollies it itched my back almost as good as when Mommy brushes me. It also had all kinds of little scratch and sniff spots on it where I ate my steak bones. I don't care how long ago it was, I still would go and lick my special spots. They're so silly throwing away something so useful.

Let's see, what else has happened. Oh, oh! I have 2 grandma's! My first grandma lives in Ohio, and my 2nd grandma lives here in town with me. She came and lived with me for a few months. I'd liked when she was here, because she never told me what to do. But I know it stressed Mommy and Daddy out whenever I would go into her room while she was eating. I just don't understand why they're so grumpy sometimes. Grandma didn't mind, why should they?

And one night, I got a big big suprise. It was pretty late, but all these people came over here. And they brought another doggy and a kitty with them. The doggy's name was Pookie. She was really pretty, but not as pretty as me of course. ;) Pookie, well, they put her in MY backyard to go potty, and I guess I just don't like sharing. I mean they didn't even ask me!!! I was a good girl and let her go, but I made sure to supervise her the whole time so she didn't go in the wrong place. I work hard to keep my yard tidy. I only poo in the center, so that I can keep the space along the fence clean for when I'm guarding my family. I acted kind of tough around Pookie, but don't tell anyone, I really liked her. I just didn't want her to think she could stay.

I'm going to go now, but I've got one last thing to say.

All my toys squeekies are broken!!!! And most of my toys, mommy took and put up. Something about me gutting them. I just wanted to see what was inside. I sure hope mommy and daddy get on the ball and get me some new toys!! I miss squeeking!

Now I'm not sure!!

A whole bunch of strange men were in my yard yesterday with loud machines that were cutting up tree limbs. Mom was very unhappy after they left...something about it costing way too much. I don't know what she's talking about.

But after they left, Mom let me go outside all by myself again! Whoo Hoo!!!!! There are so many things to explore out there. There's still a big tree that's laying on the ground but mom thinks it's ok for me to explore there. She said it was the other tree that was dangerous.

I had a lot of fun, my pet lizzards must have missed me helping them get their exercise. We ran around all day, and one of my doggy friends walked by and I had a conversation with her. I got to eat my dinner on the back porch again. It was great!

But then this morning, mom let me come inside (like she always does) and I had to go straight to bed. I have to admit, I like the soft bed that I have in here, and frankly I'm exhausted! I was up all night playing, and running, and exploring. So now I'm not sure what is better....being inside or outside.

I guess I just like both. I'd rather be outside when I'm stuck in, and I'd rather be inside when I'm stuck out. Mom says it's my right to be fickly because I'm a girl. Sounds good to me!

Inside doggie?

Ok, I have to admit, I was jeleous. I saw all these dogs that got to live inside the house all the time. I live outside. I have my own back yard, and my own room that has a big door and carpeting. My mom keeps it nice and clean for me, and my dad keeps all the bugs out. My dad even gave me my own light, but I'm too short to turn it on and off.

I would always go to the door, or up to the "drive-thru" window as Mom calls it, and ask to come in. I loved to be inside, and fealt that life in there had to be better than life out here.

As of this year, I realized that I am not that crazy about being inside all the time. Actually I think it really stinks. I've got no grass to nibble on, no dirt to roll in, and no lizards to chase. (that's the worst part). I can't chat with all the dogs in the neighborhood, and I can't show the cat's how big and strong I am.

Over the past 6 weeks, we've had these rains that Mom calls hurricanes. She and dad have had me inside all the time. Sleep inside, eat inside, and only go outside for a few minutes just to go to the potty. Well I hate it!!

I keep going over to Mom and asking her if I can go out and play, and she keeps telling me "no" that it's too dangerous!!! I just wanna go play!! There's NOTHING to do in here!!!! I'm soooooooooooooooooooooo bored! I'm getting old before my time, I know it!

Mom keeps saying that I'll get to go back outside soon. When? I keep thinking maybe today is the day, but it's always something. "No Chloe, there's too much debri" "No hunny, maybe tomorrow" Waaaaaa.....I miss my lizzies!!

Whoops!

Mom and Dad get this chocolate from my grandma. I love chocolate like all dogs do, but they won't let me have any. Something about it being bad for me. But mom, when she get's the box of chocolate, searches through and finds these ones that are white with pretzels in them, and gives them to me. I love them even if they are really crunchy.

Tonight Mom was talking to Dad while he was playing on the front porch and she got a piece of chocolate out of the bowl, and was unwrapping it. I thought I'd like one too, so I went to see if there were any of the white ones left for me. I was just sniffing around when Mom caught me, and told me to get in my chair. She was really mad. I guess I shouldn't have gone looking for myself, but she was busy and I didn't want to bother her.

Anyways, I went and laid in my chair and kept smiling at both mom and dad, but they just kept giving me dirty looks and saying they were mad at me. Gosh, talk about over reacting.

Then Daddy comes over and sets the empty bowl on my chair with me. Well, I'm not stupid, I KNOW not to even look at that bowl. That's what got me in trouble!

Mom's making spaghetti, I can tell because the whole house smells like yummy onions and garlic. I thought I'd go see if she needed any help, and only got 1/2 way there when Dad sent me back to my chair. I'm just trying to make up, but they won't let me.

Well, I guess they will never talk to me again, and I'll probably never get to eat again either. I'm never going near that bowl, not even looking at it. Bad bowl!! Got me in trouble.

Daddy went into the kitchen and started making noises. Normally I'd follow him in and ask him for a peanut butter cigar, but I know he's mad, so I'll just sit here and pretend that nothings going on. But I'm soooooooo hungry. I didn't get my candy, and they ate all that spaghetti. Then Daddy comes back in and looks at me, real grumpy like and says "Go Eat!"

And what do you know, in my dish, is my yummy dog food, with a big scoop of spaghetti sauce on top and some of that cheese that smells like feet. Yummy!!!! I ate it all, licked my bowl, licked it again, got a drink, and then licked it again. (I know I made Mom mad, so I want to be sure to help by cleaning the dishes).

When I went back in Mommy and Daddy were all laughing and giggling. They're so silly. I jumped up on the couch and we played, then I went on the floor and did my curley spin to say, "I'm so happy!!!"

Bad bowl. Good Chloe!!!!