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August 25th 2007 7:03 am
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My daddy is leaving tomorrow. He will be living 125 miles from me. He will visit me on week-ends. This makes me so sad. He's done this before. I get so confused. Especially at bed time. Who will I sleep with. ?
I do not like being away from my daddy for 5 minutes. I guess i will get use to it. I guess i will sleep with my sister. its not the same. because no body loves me as much as my daddy.
August 8th 2007 1:30 am
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My daddy is 9 years old. He will be 10 years old in September. I love my daddy very much. i do not like it when he isn't with me.
When summer vacation started the end of May, my daddy was gone for 3 weeks. He was at his Grand Pas house. Its about 300 miles from here. The first day he was gone was the worst. i kept sitting by the door thinking he wouild be coming home. I would hear something and think it was him. But it wasn't. I was really stressing out. About 11 that night my daddy's grandma told me i could sleep in her room. That was great. But i stilll missed my daddy something terrible. That was the longest 3 weeks of my life. Ihope he never ever does that again.
Me and my daddy are like peas and carrots. He doesn't do well without me. I don't do well without him. He could have taken me. But I am a homedog. When ever I ride in a car i get so frighrened. I can't move. Idon't know why i'm so afraid. But I am. That will never change.
He is home now. soon this will just be a bad memory I hope.
WOOF ! WOOF!
WALTER
February 24th 2007 9:45 pm
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I'm sorry I didn't get to finish my story last time I wrote. Like I was saing i am a natural hunter. So when I see a chance to hunt some food , i don't pass it up. So no one was home. The door where the trash can goes was left open. Well I had to do it. I started going through the garbage. Ifound some pretty good stuff too.
But you are not going to believe what happened. I can't believe what happened. I don't know how it happened either. But some how I got a grocery bag around my neck. Now they would know it was me that had gone through the garbage. I tried to get the bag off but couldn't.
Iwas so embarassed when my granma got home. She thought it was funny. But she wasn't happy about the trash being every where. So she made me wear the bag around my neck all week-end. I made noise when i walked. i made noise when i laid down. I don't think I will be getting in the trash for a while. I can't say never. but i've learned my lesson for a couple of weeks. i can't help it if i am a hunter.
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