August 11th 2008 6:28 am
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Mommy and daddy have been super busy lately, making plans, and phone calls, and on their computers. They say we're "relocating." I know what a "road trip" is, and I even know what "going on holiday" means (that's a doggy vacation, for those not in the know...) but what is "relocating?" Best I can tell, that means a super-LONG road trip. That ought to be fun....
So... mommy has started to bring these flat things into the house. She starts messing with them, and next thing I know, they're square... how about that! Strangest thing. But what's more strange.... mommy puts things into them, closes them, and *poof * the house gets emptier. One-by-one, she carries them out to her truck, takes them away, and then makes more squares to fill. She keeps doing that and soon there won't be anything left in the house. And get this.... the other day, mommy said something about giving my favorite sofa and chair away to my human brother who just got his own place to live. What am I supposed to do then? Nap on the floor? Come on ... something not right about that. Let the boy sit on the floor a while...
Bark More later ...
October 30th 2007 8:04 am
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The great Leaf-Hunter is back!!
Sissy is complaining about the mess in the house, because of all the leaves I have hunted and brought home. She says I need to clean up after myself. I say, that's why I have a sissy ... to clean up after me. There are sooo many different kinds to hunt. My favorite... The Great Oak! Now, that one is hard to get. You have to sneak up on it before the wind scares it away.
I had to go to the vet the other day because my knee keeps coming out of socket. It hurts but I've stopped crying when it happens, because no one wants a sissy Pit Bull. When we got there, they wanted to weigh me. But when I got on the scale mommy called me a cow! And when I looked at the numbers I was shocked! I weigh 59 lb!!!!! (so THAT'S why daddy was having a hard time picking me up! B.O.L.)
It's getting cold here in PA and I don't want to get up in the mornings. This morning I stayed in bed a whole 30 minuets after mommy and daddy got up. But it got cold so I came down and cuddled with mommy. Now I am asking sissy to play fetch with me, but she says no 'cause the doctor told her to take it easy' with me for a couple days.
I have to go. Sissy and mommy are telling me I have to get in the crate because they are going to the store to get stuff and chews for me.
So bark at ya later.
Love 2 all my pup-pals (present and future.)
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July 13th 2007 4:54 am
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At first, I was so excited about getting a new playmate, and having Edgar around was a great time, but a lot changed for me, too. Until Edgar, I never slept in a crate overnight before ... not cool when your paws get stuck between the wires in your sleep ... that's nightmare material! Until Edgar, I had never been sick before ... then all of a sudden, I feel like my insides are coming out, and 'cuz this has never happened to me before... oh my.... what a mess! And my humans were NOT happy about it, which is how I got to sleep overnight in my crate for the first time. One weekend Dad and sissy were away and we only had mom to take care of us. We both got the runs again, and back to the crates we went. Never thought I would be let out of that crate at night again. Edgar also did a lot of other stuff that I would never even consider doing, just because a propper pup doesn't do those kind of things. Mom was super frustrated all the time, but seemed to be dealing with it. Then one day....
Sissy left the room, and a little girl that was visiting us followed her too quickly. Next thing we all know... Edgar is up and after this girl, and barking at her. Not once, but twice he did this. Good thing the girl didn't try touching sissy, or it could have been much worse. Mom said because of all the people we always have over, we couldn't risk some little kid getting hurt, and then Edgar having to take a "dirt nap" just because he's misunderstood. Guess I don't understand, because I always thought naps were a good thing.
Anyway... next thing I know, mom is taking Edgar on a road trip. I was kind of upset and jealous that I wasn't the one going, but Edgar didn't come back. Mom said Edgar was better off going back to the shelter than risking that he would hurt a little kid AND he would be hurt because he would have to be "put down" as a bad dog, when he really wasn't. She said he's a good, sweet Staffie that just needs a chance in a home without small kids.
So... looks like I'm back to being an only-pup. Mom thought I would be more upset, but I really wasn't. I get to run around the house whenever I want to, and no one steals my food or toys, and I can take naps as often as I like wherever I like without being jumped on. Too much of that would make anypup jumpy and grumpy! Best of all, I get my humans back to myself. Seems rather selfish, but since I'm not human, that's o.k.
Until next time my fellow pups... Keep your head in the car, and your nose out of dark places.