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.
February 17th 2007 12:34 pm
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Maybe I just look guilty. I don't know. But somehow they always know. Today I was having the best time. Many of you can relate to this. You see, I am a hunter. A natural born hunter. It is in my blood. I am always hunting for the dropped crumbs from plates. Thats why I like kids. They drop more food than any body. If they don't drop it I WILL GET A RUNNING START AND STEAL IT RIGHT OUT OFTHIER HAND. Iwill keep running until i'm in a safe place to eat the goods. I don't understand why the humans can't see or appreciate the talent it takes to do this. A couple of days ago there was this kid, i guess he was about 2 years old. Well he had a piece of chicken in his hand. He wasn't eating it. I mean if he had been eating it, i would have waited for the crumbs to fall. So I waited for the best time, started running , grabbed the chicken and it was in my stomach. I don't think I even chewed it. It was great. Then before I knew it I was in trouble. I just don't get it. Why did I get in trouble ?
Let me get back to my oringinal story. Like I said, I was having a great time. Someone forgot to close the door to the trash can.
Hey i'm going to have to finish this later. My eyes are getting droopy. I think that means nap time. I promise to finish the story later.
February 13th 2007 4:53 pm
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I am really mad. I was locked in my granma's bedroom for almost 5 hours . I cried the whole time. But no one seemed to here me. I even tore the carpet up trying to dig my way out. What happened was this. My dad and I, ( my dad is 9 yrs. old which is no excuse) were in my granma's bedroom playing playstation when his dad called him to go some where. Well my dad just got up and ran out the door and slamed the door in my face. Can you believe that? Well it seemed like for ever and I heard the front door open . It was my dad's granma. ( She was my master then I met my dad and I loved him the most and she understood) Well I was so glad to see her. I got lots of attention after that. Which I deserved. When my dad returned , did he here a few things. I was mad but my dad loves me so much Ican't stay mad at him . Iknow he feels bad and won't be doing that again.
until next time. woof ! woof!
January 29th 2007 7:04 pm
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I have the best daddy in the whole wide world !!!!!!! My daddy is 9 years old. He loves me more than any body could. Even when i'm bad, which isn't very often, he's nice to me. When my daddy is sleeping i love to lick him on his mouth. Even if this wakes him up , or keeps him from going to sleep, he doesn't get mad. How manny other dogs can say that about thier dad.
I remember one time I was so proup of my dad. We went to a town not far from where we live. Burnet Texas. they have wiennie dog races there. my dad entered me in the wienner dog race. i never seen so many dogs that looked like me. i mean hundreds. i think i was the fattest dog there. i was very nervous. It was my turn to race . there was so much screaming and yelling going on i didn't know which way to run. But i managed to come in 2nd place. i was suppose to race all the other dogs that came in second place. but my daddy knew i wasn't having a good time. So he said Walter isn't going to race any more. He's not having fun. Well my daddy's uncle got a little mad. But my daddy wouldn't back down. His uncle is about 3 times bigger than him. That is just one of the reason's i love my daddy
well i've got to go i hear food
walter
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