October 2nd 2009 2:17 pm
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What color is your collar?
Collar? Are you kidding, I'm a wolf princess, a collar is beneath my dignity.
What kind of food do you eat?
Raw and cooked meats, occasionally tuna and a couple kinds of cat food that are entirely too good for cats. I also like Whiskas cat milk, cookies, granola bars and cheese.
What is your favorite treat?
Marscapone cheese!
Do you have a Valentine or significant other?
Well all the lads like to flirt with me cause I am a total babe, but I haven't made a committment to any of them. I'm waiting for that special pup who will sweep me off my paws.
Do you get table scraps?
Oh yes! It's my rule that if food is being eaten in the living room I must have a taste. I also get the sausage off the pizza and if my Mom has cheese I always get some.
What is your favorite toy?
Froggie I guess since he is the one I've had the longest. My other favorites, Danny Donkey and Floppy Bunny have long since gone to toy heaven. Basically I like anything that has long floppy legs and squeaks loudly. I like to shake and bite just like I'd do with a real beastie and the wailing squeaker lets Mom know what a good time I'm having. She really appreciates that, especially in the morning ; - )
When is your birthday?
I'm not sure about my actual birth date, but I began my life as a spoiled princess in September of 2004.
How many times do you get to eat?
Two. I have half an Oats n Honey granola bar, Whiskas cat milk and then some meat each morning for breakfast. During the day if I'm peckish I help myself to kitty kibble. In the evening I get more meat and cat milk, plus treats. How do I keep my girlish figure? Frequent trips to the park and regular zoomies around the backyard.
What is your favorite color?
Brown I guess, since that is the color of bunnies and squirrels.
How much do you weigh?
I stay around 18 lbs (all muscle too). In the winter, since my Mom is a wuss about the cold, I'm may put a little pudge on my belly since I don't get to the park as much as I should.
Do you like to be brushed and groomed?
No, No, No. I hate being fussed with, I want to be natural like a proper wolf. However my Mom insists on taking me to the groomer every six weeks and will give me a bath if I turn into a mud-puppy. Since I know about her obsession with cleanliness, I make it a point to wash my paws (in my water bowl - I'm a clever pup) and keep clean enough to avoid becoming a mud-puppy. Now if I could just find a way to prevent her from taking me to the groomer life would be near perfect.
What is your most favorite thing to do?
Going to the park and running free!!! Chasing beasties and exploring all the wonders of nature just like a real wolf!!!
Do you hope all your pals put this in your diary?
Sure, it's always fun finding out how other pups live.
September 10th 2009 2:57 pm
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Hello fellow pups!
During my latest jaunt in the park I met a groundhog. Ho-hum you say - well not so. This particular groundhog was incredibly fat. Of course, he ran before my clear doggy superiority, but being a fattie he couldn’t run too fast. I had no trouble catching up to him and the sight of that fat butt trundling along was just too tempting. I did what I believe any dog in that situation would do; I started nipping his big butt. Well after the fourth or fifth nip that nasty groundhog turned and snarled at me! Like it's my fault he can't run fast enough to avoid being nipped!! What a rude groundhog, he deserved every nip I gave him!!!
This however was something new, no lesser beastie I had chased ever had the brass to snarl at me before. A wise pup carefully considers her options, lesser beasties they may be, but lesser beasties also have sharp teeth and that oaf of a groundhog had already demonstrated a wicked disposition. Should I be gracious and allow him to withdraw from the field of honor? After all I was the nipper and he was the nippee, there was no need to turn it into a brawl. And he was running to escape my wrath, so my superiority was not in question. Generously and without further harassment I allowed him to flee to his wretched burrow to nurse his sore butt and lost dignity. However when I passed by where he disappeared into the thicket, I growled menacingly so he would know not to be so bold again. Obviously he got the message for not a whisker did he dare to show. I left the park with my head held high and my little butt free of teeth marks. So bite em when you can, fellow pups, but know when to walk away.
September 8th 2009 2:50 pm
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Hello fellow Dogsters! My Mom finally got around recording my summer adventures and grand they were. Mom found some local parks that have wild areas where I can run free! For a pup it is the ultimate dream, running free, going wherever the action leads. Besides quality sniffing, I have met many critters along the way. Of course there are bunnies and squirrels to chase, but I’ve also chased ducks, geese, raccoons, possums and groundhogs!! What joy!!! Having these beasties acknowledge my superiority by running in fear of my sharp fangs is very gratifying to my pupper ego. It confirms my own belief that I was born to be leader of the pack, a position all pups aspire to, but only a few achieve. The only downside is that my pack is made up of cats. This is frustrating on two accounts. First, they’re cats, second because they prefer snoozing to going to the park they’ve never gotten to watch me intimidating beasties and demonstrating how entirely top-of-the-food-chain I am. When I get home, still excited from my escapades, the cats are just lazing around completely unimpressed by my return. Leading cats is a thankless task.
The highpoint of my summer was meeting, and yes, chasing DEER!!!. I had to look them over first, I’d never seen beasties so big, but I decided to run at them giving my fiercest doggy war yip and sure enough – they ran, ran from me, a white fluffer not even 1/5th of their size!!! I came back to Mom prancing with pride and growling fiercely. For sure I am a true wolf, proud and dangerous, a force to be reckoned with and respected. This time I would not settle for anything less than full acknowledgement of my status from my contrary pack of cats. I came home, pranced and growled, chased and nipped until they all headed for higher ground, watching me with wide-eyed wonder. The evening was entirely mine and I was well satisfied.
Since then I have chased deer on several occasions and while the thrill is not as great as that first time, it still is a grand thing to see the deer taking flight from the big, bad wolf – ME! Then I go home, get treats and a tummy rub and head off to my comfy bed. Life just doesn’t get any better. I am truly a lucky pup, even if I do lead a pack of cats.
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