January 24th 2007 9:18 am
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I was running from something terrible and insane. It's breath hot and sticky. My little legs were running as fast as they could to safety. Really what I wanted was my mommy. I knew if I could get to her I would be safe. So, I ran as fast as I could in the other direction. I could feel my eyes twitching and muscles spasming. I had no idea what was going on. I whimpered. I turned to look at what was behing me and heard my name.
"Boston wakie wakie" it called. I tried to open my eyes but it didn't happen.
Then I felt myself being pulled upward. I prieed my sleepy ridden eyes open and realized where I was. It must be time to wake up. I looked around in confusion at first but then realized my pal Baby ( the chow mix) was beside me and my mommy was getting ready for work.
And that ladies and gentle dogs is how I started my day. It was only 6:30 in the morning and was already starting out terrible. I then proceeded to go to my doggie dish where to my dismay was no food...yet. However, to my mommie's credit there was cool water for me to drink. The cool water made me wake up. At about that time Mommy came around the corner. She grabbed a handful of Imes puppy food. Seeing as I'm only about 4 lbs, it was just the right amount of food. I ate to my little hearts content. Now when I say little heart I only mean because I myself am really little.
I looked at mommy grabbing her keys and realized she was about to go to work. Now don't get me wrong, she needs to work so she can buy my Imes, but I would really rather her be with me. So I let my little high pitched squeaks ring out to let my discontent be heard. She smiled at me and shook her head.
"Little Boston, Hush, I'm going to work and I'll be back at lunch." She told me.
I followed her around for the rest of the morning, periodically biting at her pants to make her play.
I used to have to stay in the bathroom when mommy would leave. I wasn't able to control my poopoo urges like I can now. It's much better now that I can run and play even though mommie's not here. Well... I'm going to sit at the door. She should be here any minute for lunch.
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