Life is good...

Well, I am officially up to 20 minute walks now, and tomorrow I start with a 25 minute walk. I swim every weekend, and I have gone back to eating everything. I think it's funny when Mom yells at me, and then sticks her fingers in my mouth to get it out. She gets really grossed out. She and Dad also think it's hilarious when I throw my toys away, so I do that as much as possible. Let's see...what have I been up to? I've learned a really good trick that makes the humans really happy. They tell me to stay, and then I do! You should see how they react...you'd think I gave them a winning lottery ticket or something. Also, sometimes I get to visit with one of mom's friend's cats, and I bark at him. He just stares at me and won't play. I met the garbage truck this morning. I thought it was going to attack, so I put my hackles up and woofed. Oh yeah, people have started flying kites. Apparently, this is normal human behavior. I thought it was some sort of attack on the complex, so I woofed all evening until Mom finally went outside to investigate. She laughed at me, but I didn't think it was funny. How was I supposed to know. I can't wait for it to get warmer, and then the humans can get in the lake with me, too. Well, I've been into everything, and I am slacking off on digging in the trash, so I better go. Thanks for seeing what I'm up to.

3/4/07

I played too hard today, and now I'm a little tired, but I'll still update everyone on what I've been doing. Last night I asked Mom three times in the middle of the night to take me outside because I was bored. She fell for it the first time, but after that she told me NO, and then the last time she locked me in my kennel! My mom's grandmother called me a trailblazer because I have my own website, and mom doesn't. I was really bad today. I threw a lot of hissy fits, and I even jumped in the bathtub while Mom was running bath water. She gave up and just let me play. I think she feels sorry for me because I can't go out and play, but she has already promised to take me to the lake the first chance I can go. Oh yeah, today, I locked myself in the bedroom, and Mom and Dad seemed to think I could get out by myself. They kept telling me to come here, and shut the door, but I got soo mad at them I made Chewbaca sounds, and then barked. They laughed, but I didn't think it was funny. I got out by myself, though. Alright, I gotta go now. I hear a commotion outside.

3/3/07

So, I'm on bed rest, and I can't do anything-nothing. I can't go out and play, I can't chase the birds, I can't butt-tuck (I do anyway...humans love it), and I can't eat my favorite foods. Mom says that I'm like her because I'm on a lifestyle change and have to lose weight. I don't get treats. It's been really hard this past few weeks for me, but I'm still busy. Silly humans still leave their bottle caps on the table, and I steal the caps and make Mom and Dad chase me. They act like they don't like it, but they do. I know a lot more tricks because I can't go outside and play, and I'm learning a new one called "pitbull." I get to shake my stuffed animal Scarlett Rose like crazy, and then get a treat for it. It's been fun, but I'm tuckered out.

I just wanted to see

if anyone would read Puck's diary!