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I must, I must, I must Fetch a Ball

And Then There Were Three

Oh boy! I think my mommy and daddy have gone off the deep end. A few days ago, they brought home a puppy. Little Maddie. Don't get me wrong. She's really quite cute. And I know that when she gets to be just a little bigger, she and I are going to be great sisters and playmates. But right now, while she is still so new and little, she's turning my world upside down.

I'm actually enjoying having her around. At first I was a little hesitant. I mean here is this tiny thing that is really the size of my head. She doesn't understand that I rule the house. She's trying to change everything. And she has Mommy's and Daddy's almost constant attention (but I'd be lying if I said they didn't spoil me anymore. They, of course, do. I still get plenty of playtime. Plenty of scratches, plenty of treats. All around, plenty of love). For sure, I thought she'd be an annoyance to me. But, much to my surprise, she's really fun. She's so cute when she tries to get me to play with her. She lets out this quiet, high-pitched bark. And then she pounces that adorable puppy pounce. I can't really say no to that, now can I? We play a lot. Every once in awhile, she nips at my tail or ear just a bit too hard. I've had to tell her to lighten up just a bit. I think Mommy and Daddy thought I was going to eat her!! I can't wait for the day we can play tug-of-war. I try, but everytime I grab the other end of a toy, I pick Maddie right up off the ground. Oooopppps.

So there you have it. The honest truth. But if my mom and dad ask, don't let on, OK. I would hate to admit it....I might have to give up a few extra treats. And we really don't want that to happen, do we?

Enough with the Vet Already!

My paw has been sore for a few days now. It is just sore. Nothing is stuck in it. I didn't break my leg. It just hurts to put my full weight on the paw. Why oh why does Mommy feel it is necessary to drag me into the vet to have this checked out? She knows how much I dislike that office. And, on top of that, it was a different doctor. I didn't like him very much. He wasn't as gentle and as nice as Dr. Anderson (thank goodness I heard Mommy tell Daddy the same thing last night). And, he seemed to not know much about anything...but that is just my opinion. The only good thing to come out of the whole trip was these yummy liver treats that Mommy is giving me. She said something about helping the flammatory. Or anti swelling. No wait, anti-inflammatory medication. Whatever it is, they sure are yummy. And Bailey is very jealous of my special treats.

They Can't Kick Me Out if They Don't Know I'm There

I'm not allowed on the bed at night. Something about it being too crowded. I have my own bed, they say. I have it all to myself. I don't have to share it with anyone. The problem? It is in a different room. And where is the fun in that? So, I've come up with a plan. And it really does work. After everyone has gone to sleep, I sneak oh so quietly into the bedroom, and oh so gently jump up onto the bed. I have it down to an art-form now. I'm so quick and so gentle, they have no idea I'm up there. Every once in awhile, one of them will wake up and kick me off. But I come right back up (usually I wait about an hour, just to make sure they are asleep). It really is the greatest plan. Except that this morning, I heard Mommy say they really need to do something about this dog jumping into bed during the night. I didn't like the sound of that. Seems that I may have to start being a little more creative....