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Duh: A Diary

9.28.04 - So they say I am a big boy now...

So, uh, I guess I am seven months old now. I dunno what that means, but mom and dad say it when they say "big boy" so I guess it's good. The past few days have been fun. Sister and I went to the Petshotel, which was fun because I didn't even have to leave my cage to go potty. Fun! She kept giving me looks, though, I don't know why. She is weird. But the bad thing was that there wasn't much to chew on besides my toys, which aren't nearly as fun as couches, shoes or kleenex. For a while there I thought I was back in the pound, because I didn't see mom or dad and all the other dogs were sad. But then my parents came back, and I was happy.

Back home, mom wanted to give me a bath right away for some reason. I got some new smells at the Petshotel and I wanted to keep them, but mom rinsed them away. I got back at her by getting muddy as soon as I was clean. Hey, it's not my fault that mud is fun!

Then I set to work. While I was gone, there were bugs to be eaten and trash cans to steal from. They kept chasing me around saying "bad boy!" but I didn't care since I was happy to be home.

For now, I gotta go. I think dad left some socks on the stairs that I need to eat, and there is still stuffing in the couch. I will fix that!