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Tails Of An Eskie: By Bitsy M. Wilson

What's a "baby"?

With Hallo-ween coming up again I expect there to be a bit of excitement in the air. Everyone shuffles around in my Dogdom with their silly decorations that are supposed to scare those small creatures that show up every year... The leaves fall off the trees and the weather gets colder; just in time for my coat to grow back in from when I had my haircut. I like that part of it.

This time feels different. The inside of the house is changing. Mom and Dad get packages constantly from the man with the loud truck that makes me and all the other dogs on the block go crazy. They talk in high pitched voices when they pull out very small human furs (they call them "clothes" I think)... I know my mom can't fit those things. Speaking of fitting into things, she is huge now! Her belly makes her look lop-sided. I'm not entirely sure how she stands up without falling over... it's already one strike against them that they don't walk on all fours.

Mom and Dad keep talking about something called a "baby". They ask me if I'm going to wake the baby up with my barking. I'm not even sure what that means. But I am curious to see what all this "baby" business is.

Annoyed.

It's that time of year again. There are leaves all over my Dogdom, the mornings are crisp and cold, and the dreaded "Hallo-ween" is coming up. Mom talks about it constantly. CONSTANTLY. It's annoying if I do say so myself.

Lately I've been hearing things. I hear car doors slamming at the neighbor's house. I hear the noise of the mailman's truck outside. It seems lately I can hear the rustling of a squirrel at the end of my Dogdom. With so many noises going on, I feel the urge to tell mom.... everything. Doesn't she hear it too?? She acts like she doesn't want me to tell her but I know she does. I heard her say once, "No one could ever break in this house... the dog is better than the alarm!" And she's right. I'm ferocious. I would scare any bad people away. Hallo-ween is a perfect example. I scare those short little creatures away every year with my growls. I digress.... I tell mom everything. I think it's in her best interest to know when a butterfly flaps it's wings or when the neighbors are mowing their green stuff. Mom, however, does not seem amused. She seems rather... annoyed. Hmmm.....

Grrr... pet sitting.

My Mom has started this new "bizness" where she looks after people's pets while they're gone. Kind of like when I go to the Pet Palace but without having to leave home. I wish I had a pet sitter while my humans were away... seeing that I hate the car and all.

*sigh*

But what the heck?! She's always leaving. I watch her go back and forth, fumbling with her papers and keys. I just lay out on the cool tile in the kitchen, hoping that she trips over me and has to stay home! She showed me some pieces of paper with my face on them. She says I'm her "mascot". Obviously this is a good thing because she smiles when she says it. All I know is that when she comes back from "sitting" (which makes no sense since she stands the whole time...) she smells like other dogs/cats!!! AND she smells like my dogdom which means they get to go on WALKS!! What gives?! I love my mom more than they do!!!

Grrr... I don't think I'm going to like this pet sitting thing.