Ooh, I feel good!!!

Today was awesome. Really, it was just an ordinary day but somehow it rocked. We went to work with mom as usual which was usual but the weather was a bit cool. It has been so very hot for so long that the cool weather was very much appreciated. When we got home, mom's friend called and said the park was open again. We don't like the real dogpark. It is a bit dangerous and too small to even play fetch. There are large river rocks that go through the park and big holes down the middle where the sprinklers pop up. We go to the neighborhood flood basin. It has been closed for months and finally reopened. The mix of the cool air and getting to see my friends again made me quite fiesty. I noticed a couple dogs outside the fence and immediately went to bark at them. Mom came to get me and tell me to stop barking. She was amazed to see that they looked like me. By the time mom walked over, I was bored with them and went back to check for squirrels. I checked them out for a while then went to see what everyone else was doing. Cotton was playing fetch with mom and I wanted to play so I stole Cotton's ball. Mom took it back but mom's friend had a ball I could play with. There was a boy that wanted to throw the ball for me so mom gave it to him and he threw it a long way before mom could tell him not to throw it very far. He threw it all the way down the hill and into the basin. I tore off after it, slid into a diving catch and zoomed up the hill, ready to go again. That is a long way for my little legs. Everyone was amazed by my speed and how much better I looked. I was still a bit sick the last time I was there. I ran after the ball several times before I saw some of my friends playing wrestle n' run. That's my favorite game, I dropped the ball to join them. Then I saw a Doxie outside the fence and zoomed over to bark at her. Mom came to get me again. I kept barking and so did the other dogs as the moms tried to talk. When mom walked away she finally put me down. I ran back to the fence to stick my tongue out at the other dog then ran back to mom who told me that wasn't nice. Later they walked by again and I walked with them pretending to be a good girl, not making a sound but I made the other dog bark like mad for walking the fence with them. The other dog had to be on a leash because he was outside the fence. I then bounced off to see if I could find something to chase. By then mom was actually beginning to get cold. I can't believe it-cold. I was feelin' good! After a while longer, mom said it was time to go and called me to get my leash. I pretended not to hear. Mom then said she would just leave me, I came running as fast as I could. Can you believe she was just going to leave me? I hadn't even had dinner yet. I could never be mad at mom though, I love her too much so I covered her with kisses to remind her that she couldn't live without me either and she confessed she was only joking. She loves me way too much.
Mom has all the windows open so it is getting a bit cool inside, my tummy is full from a yummy dinner, and I'm getting all snuggly and sleepy.
C-ya.

Gettin' better!!!

Hey all, thanks for the pmails, well wishes, and prayers. I'm on the mend and getting better every day. I am pretty much back to myself. In fact mom is getting frustrated because I found a critter hole and she has had to drag me out three times already. Our computer is done so we are at an aunt's house. Mom freaked out the first time because she couldn't find me and it took me a long time for me to find my way out. I'm all dirty and happy though. Mom better not blink or I'll be back in there in a flash. So my terrier 'tudes have returned with everything else. I'm back to eating, running, swimming, playing... pretty much everything but a little muscle tone and my stamina is a little low but considering how far down I was, I am recovering remarkably quick.
Hehe, I tried to sneak off again but mom saw me. She isn't taking her eyes off me now... Doesn't she trust me anymore, what's her problem?
Mom waited until she cooled off (a lot) before going back to talk to that bad vet. At first they had attitudes about returning the unused prescribed liver diet food but when the vet noticed that his entire waiting room was listening intensely, he invited mom in to a private room to discuss the issue. She had a more in-depth discussion and more of his focus than when I was sick. In the end, he finally admitted that he was wrong and offered mom some of her money back. The office staff never found my chart though. The office manager told mom that the entire office was on lunch break so she was not going to require anyone to find my chart right then (they closed at 3:00pm and it was 2:30pm when the office manager got frustrated about trying to find the chart and made that statement. They had been looking for it for about 30 minutes before she came up with that excuse). Who makes all of their employees wait until 30 mins before closing to take their lunch hour? They were supposed to send it in the mail but it has been weeks and nothing has arrived yet. I doubt it ever will- I doubt there is one. I hope that vet took a long look at his "practice" and has made some changes to his policies and practices. I wonder how many pets have died in his "care" from neglect. Probably the biggest kicker to our conversation was when mom doubted something he said, he pulled out a book that was canvas covered (when was the last time books were covered in cloth? 1950?) and pointed out some statements as to possible causes of elevated liver enzymes. I was trying to be polite but I really wanted to ask for more recent information, maybe something written in mom's lifetime. In the end mom kept her voice pretty much calm but was in tears as she told the vet that what he did to me was unforgivable.
Thankfully, I am recovering and doing very well but who knows how much better I would be doing if he hadn't kept me there without treatment for 5 days. We are still worried about any long term effects from being so severely dehydrated for so long. We still have a month left before I go in for the first check-up bloodwork. Hopefully, that will be good news.

I'm sick. I have Valley Fever

We have missed everyone so very much. Life has been a mess... Our computer power port has a major issue- it won't connect to the plug so there is no way to power it. It was designed way to small to be practical and HP has actually recalled most of them however, mine is not on the list even though they have the same issue. We are dogsitting this weekend so we have use of the computer. This has to be the best job in the world. We get to go visit other pups, play all day, and mom gets paid. I wish we could do this every weekend.

Abby is sick. She was quite bad, we almost lost her. It has been a really hard month. I wish I had Dogster to help me through all of it. I took Abby in to the vet because she looked sick. She didn't really have any huge symptoms- not vomiting, no poo issues, she was eating but not as much, she mostly just looked tired and not well. My vet agreed she did not look well and said she was also dehydrated. He recommended and iv and leaving her there for a few days. Unfortunately, my finances have become pretty grim and I could not afford the treatment. I picked up a mouth syringe and some pedialyte to treat her at home. I forced fluids every hour but it just wasn't enough. The vet also gave her some antibiodics. After two days and no improvement, a friend told me her vet accepts payments. I was thrilled and immediately made an appointment. Abby was supposed to be on an iv to replace fluids. That was the most immediate concern. The bloodwork showed an infection but the vet didn't know what kind of infection. The only other abnormality was that her liver enzymes were slightly elevated. I left her to get the fluids. I went back to the vet the next day to visit and give Abby her blanket. They would not let me see her because they were too busy to bring her out and I could not go to the dog icu. That was red flag #1. They took the blanket (I don't know if they ever gave it to her). When I asked for an update, they told me that she was ok, she ate all her food and had a bm but was still pretty tired. I thought that sounded pretty good since she had stopped eating the night before we took her in to the vet. The told me that she had chewed her iv though. I just responded with, "Yep, that's my girl." I expected something like that. I called every day (sometimes twice a day) to get updates. I don't think they ever even checked on her. Sometimes I was told she was sitting up and doing ok, other times I was told she was still pretty lethargic one time I overheard them saying, "I think it's that dog that doesn't move". Once I was told that my "CAT" was doing just fine. When I went to pick her up 5 days later (they finally said she was ok to go home), she looked a lot worse than when I dropped her off. She was even more dehydrated, she had lost a pound and a half (that's a lot for a dog who only weighs 12 pounds), she hardly moved, and she had started to cough. The vet consultation consisted of a tech (or maybe just a random office worker) walking from me to the vet who was doing an emergency c-section in the room next door on a cat who had been in labor for over 24 hours. I was horrified. During this "consultation", it was again mentioned that Abby chewed the iv. I asked exactly how long she had been on the iv. They again said that she had chewed it out. I asked how long they left it in after they replaced it. The responded that she had chewed it out so she didn't need it. I was flabbergasted. They were telling me that they had kept Abby there for 5 days without treatment. Abby had already chewed the iv out before they had even checked on her the next morning. She may have only been on the iv for two minutes. At that point, I just got up and left.
I got half way home and couldn't stop looking at Abby. I truely believed she looked like she was going to die that day. Half way home I called the vet. I told them that she was still severely dehydrated and needed the fluids. They again told me that she had chewed it out and asked how I expected them to get her to leave it alone. It was so hard not to freak out and yell at them but I believed they were the only ones who would do anything without immediate payment so I didn't have much of a choice. I got about half way home again and called the vet and directly asked if they thought Abby was going to die. They said, "How are we supposed to know that?" I responded that since they were the medical professionals that they should have some idea of how grave her condition really was. They said they didn't know what was wrong with her and that her liver was elevated and they bloodwork showed some sort of infection. They finally said I could take her to the er vet to get an ultrasound of her liver. I called my regular vet to make an appointment and explained the situation. They said they would be ready when I arrived. I took Abby's crate into the vet and told them to give her to me without taking off the iv. They handed her over and I slid her into the crate and placed the iv bag on top. I reached over and took my atm card which was being held hostage for payment. I didn't think they deserved any more money than I had already given them (I really think they disserve to be sued). I wasn't sure how I was going to pay for it but I ran Abby into my regular vet. He looked at the paperwork from the other vet and couldn't believe that their idea is that if a dog chews an iv that they must not need it. He really didn't see the need for the ultrasound because her liver so so very slightly elevated. He said that the infection was more worrysome. He kind of shrugged but did the ultrasound. Abby was so weak that she barely struggled as we flipped her upside down on the cold, hard table, shaved her, squirted her with goo and ran the ultrasound all over her tiny inverted tummy. As expected, it showed nothing. I told the vet that I had no intentions of returning to the other vet. I said that although I didn't know how to use an iv, I would figure it out unless he would be willing to finish it. He agreed to keeping her to finish it. I left the room and before I sat down, he called me back. He said that he didn't like the sound of her lungs. I said I didn't either. When I picked her up from the other vet they were sounding like she was having a major asthma attack rather than just a small wheeze like when I dropped her off at the other vet. The other vet didn't even seem to notice and still didn't think much about it after I mentioned it. Reg. Vet asked if he could take an x-ray. Of course, I panicked on the inside because of money but I told him to do it. A few mins later, he called me back again to look at the x-rays. He lungs looked like white clouds. He said it wasn't pneumonia but there was definitely something wrong. He kind of hinted that that may be the infection but he also said that it could be something else. The only way to know would be to open her up and look. We both agreed that would not be quite drastic until after trying meds and all other options first. We went home with new antibiodics. A week later and she was no longer dehydrated but she was still very inactive. We went back and tried another med. A week later, still little to no improvement. They decided that maybe the cough was a hint of either valley fever or heartworm. Thankfully she had been on heartworm pills so we didn't have to test for that. Valley fever is caused by breathing in a fungal spore. Some people and dogs are able to fight it without much reaction but others have severe reactions and have even died from it. A week later it was confirmed that was the problem. We had a hard time finding someone who had the meds in a small enough dose for Abby. The vet said in about 3 days she could start feeling better. She didn't. A friend gave me the name and # of a friend in Az whose dog had valley fever really bad. They had fought the battle and were on the winning end. It wasn't completely gone yet but they were kicking it. She made me feel a lot better. she said most dogs don't begin to feel better until two weeks on the meds and even then it is an extremely slow recovery. She will be on the meds for a minimum of 6 months to a year. Two days before she hit the two weeks, she started to eat on her own. It is ups and down so far. We are almost at three weeks now. She mostly eats on her own but I have to scoop wet food into bite size lumps for her to easily bite them. Sometimes she just doesn't want to eat so I put kibble in my pocket and give it to her throughout the day. She is almost back to her normal weight but she looks a bit off because all of her muscle tone is gone. She tires really quickly. She has just started bringing me toys again and really wanting to play. She has a long way to go and it is very slow but she has moments of happiness and occasionally she is my brat again. It is amazing how much I missed her being a brat. I apparently love that side of her too.
Well, that's about all that we have been doing the last couple months. Poor Cotton thinks she is absolutely neglected. I have been trying to continue to take her to flyball. We joined the closer club because I just couldn't afford the gas to the other club. Now it is only 10 mins away and we get to do dock dogs there. Cotton loves dock dogs. The vet has cleared Abby to travel. We may go to a flyball tournament next weekend. One of my friend's dogs started limping so she asked me if Cotton could run in her place if she isn't better. She even got me a ride and is going to share a hotel with me so it won't cost much (I really need to find a new job). BTW, my vet is so nice, I still don't know why but the office visit where he did the ultrasound, x-rays, exam, finished the iv, gave meds, etc. only cost $35. I nearly cried when they told me that. The other vet that I took my atm card away from, ran the numbers from my atm card without my permission for more than double the amount I was told.
We have a long road to full recovery but I now believe Abby is going to get back to her normal and obnoxious terrier self.

I am learning to "Speak"

Mom has been trying to get me to "speak" for about a year. Tonight I finally did it enough to get what she wanted. Usually when mom tries to get me to bark, I get really quiet and try doing anything with my paws. Mom has even tried getting Cotton to speak and give her treats as a model for me. That has worked for some things but I just really didn't get the "speak" thing. Mom usually tells me to shhhhh when I bark. Who would have guessed that was what she wanted me to do?
Tonight I was barking at something outside. Mom grabbed her clicker and a bunch of duck treats. She came over to the window and when I barked, she clicked and I got treats. I started to sit, shake, wave, anything to get more treats but nothing worked. Mom tapped on the window and I remembered that I had been barking at something. I made a little growlybark and I got clicked and more treats. I tried to sit and wave again but mom tapped the window again and I looked back outside and made a very low bark. Click! again, more treats. I started to think about it and tried a little whine and got another click and treat. So I tried it again and it worked again. I did it over and over and each time I got clicks and treats. This one is easy. Mom is hoping I will remember it tomorrow.

My first performance for the NBA Kings

Our flyball club performs for the Kings a couple times each season. Cotton has done it a couple times but I wasn't ready yet. We did a performance on Friday night for the Kings and I was on the schedule to be part of the performance. Mom didn't think I was ready and considered asking if I could be pulled but she realized there weren't any other dogs- so it had to be me. Mom was so nervous but I was totally ready. Mom kept taking Tums and pacing. Silly mom. During warm-ups, I was flawless. That made mom feel a little better. When it was time to do the on camera teaser, I enjoyed barking with all the other dogs. Finally someone announced 2 minutes. Mom's stomach churned and I got a couple treats. I was busy sniffing all the other dogs and really enjoying myself. Then the signal to get ready came and the players started coming through the tunnel. They are really tall. I was glad mom picked me up- they have really big feet and I could have easily been squished if they weren't looking down. As we started to walk out of the tunnel to the floor, the lights got really bright. Then I could see lots of people and they were cheering. My eyes got really big. It was a lot for a little dog to take in. Mom whispered in my ear, she asked if I wanted to play flyball. I looked back at the floor and saw the jumps and flyball box all set up waiting for me. Mom put me on the floor and I started to wiggle and wag. I heard my name announced and I took off running, grabbed the ball that the previous dog dropped, made each jump and hit the box. Oops, I already had a ball, oh, well I just took that one back (one little mistake - I'm small and cute, I can get away with that).
Then it was time for the races. The referee motioned- ready, set, go! My teammate took off and I tugged at my harness as I waited for my turn. Finally it was my turn and I sprinted toward the box making every jump, hit the box, caught my ball, and sprinted back over each jump to give the ball to mom. I could hear the crowd cheer for me as I neared the finish line to win the race. I glanced over at all the people but I never turned my head from mom. Mom was so happy, she gave me tons of treats as she carried me off the floor. She said the more experienced dogs got their turn next and then she had to help with the equipment so I had to go backstage in my crate for a minute. So much for being the star.
Mom is still telling me how proud she is. She says she can't believe I really did it, especially after she saw my eyes get really big. After the performance, we were told that the owners of the Kings were there as well their sister. They were seated right behind the flyball boxes- cheering for ME (ok, so they were cheering for all of us).
It was truely an exciting night. I am totally ready to do it again. We are scheduled to do their halftime show on Jan 11, 2009.

I give in- I'll play and I'm it

I have resisted getting sucked into this game before but Romeo tagged me with a cute little ladybug rosette so how can I resist playing.
My good buddy, Romeo, tagged me!

Here are the rules to this game-
Give 4 answers to the following 4 questions, and then tag 4 other pups!

So here goes:

Name four jobs that you've had.
1. Gopher and lizard catcher. I'm not very good at catching them but I spend hours looking over the woodpile, watching the gopher holes and digging if mom doesn't notice.
2. Comedic Relief-I second that one Romeo, mom says that's how I earn the good kibble.
3. Watch dog- If in doubt- bark at it is more than just a motto.
4. Flyball secret weapon (in training).

Four places you have lived.
1. Mom hopes I was born in a house but doesn't know since I was found running along the side of a freeway in California.
2. Person who picked me up from the side of the freeway took me to a shelter (I spent one night there).
3. Person who picked me up then went and got me and took me home but then couldn't keep me so took me to live with mom's sister's coworker, then with mom's sister. (ok, so that is more than 1 but it was all in less than a month because I needed lots of guidance). As far as mom can find, I also went through the names- Emily, Maggie and Abby (mom thought about changing it but she had already been calling me Abby when she started just picking me up for training).
4. I now live with mom and Cotton (my choice- I would run away from mom's sister to be with mom and Cotton) and I will never leave. This is really my forever home.

Four places where you have been.
1. I have been to Shaver Lake, Ca. to play in the snow.
2. We went to Pismo Beach, Cayucose, Morrow Bay, and SLO, Ca to celebrate my official adoption and to play in the ocean.
3. In January we traveled all the way to Buckeye, Arizona (about 13 hours in a car) for Wags for Wishes (flyball, disc).
4. The first flyball road trip I went on with mom and Cotton was Wags for Wishes, Del Mar, California. That was lots of fun but I was still a bit insecure so although mom (not yet mom at the time) bought me tickets to try fun stuff like lure coursing, I did not want to leave mom-Cotton sure did have fun though.

Four places you'd rather be.
1. The beach was lots of fun, I'd like to do that again.
2. I like the (unofficial) dog park a lot.
3. Running around in the orchard.
4. Right next to or on top of mom and/or Cotton.

Friends I choose to play tag:
Simba
Mia
Maggie
Magnolia

Traveling

I got to go to Arizona! A month ago, we went to Wags for Wishes, Arizona. It was a really long ride. When we arrived, we were supposed to camp but it was colder than we had expected so we spent a whole lot more money than we had expected to spend and stayed in a hotel. The first room that we stayed in was nice but then the toilet wouldn't stop running and we had to change rooms. We were moved to another room but it absolutely wreaked of smoke so we moved to another room but the lights didn't work so we were moved to another room... We thought exploring each room was fun but mom did not think it was a fun game. We were all tired and wanted to go to sleep.
I am a big part of why we traveled all the way to Arizona. Mom wanted me to have the oppertunity to run flyball singles. She thought I was ready but a week before the trip, there was a box malfunction that scared me and I didn't want to touch that box again. Mom coaxed me into trying it again and thought I was ready to give it a try in Arizona. But disaster struck again. I was the very first race and they were giving their volunteer box judge last min. instructions. When they handed him the flag, he flapped it right in front of my face as I ran my very first warm-up run. He continued to flap the flag which made a really loud flappy sound (I'm afraid of bubble wrap- of course I was afraid of that) and he didn't stop until mom yelled at him. What was he thinking? So I ran around the jumps on the way back. When my first race started, I ran over the first two jumps, stared at the evil man with the flag as I went around the far side of the two jumps by him, crept over to the box to get my ball, ran around the two jumps which made him flap the scary flag again but I jumped the last two jumps again and took the ball to mom. I tried it again but as I came close to the evil flag man, he was flapping the flag so I went around him again and he really started flapping the flag. Mom finally pulled me out of the race. She told me I was a good girl and that I tried so she was proud. She said I will get to do more training and try again another day.
Last week we tried to do some training with people sitting in a chair by the race lanes. I was ok with them sitting there until they tried to time me. I thought they had a toy and wanted to play with me so when mom said go and let me go, I went over to say hi and see what they had. I jumped in her lap to appropriately investigate the stop watch. Mom tried again but I really think that lady wanted to play with me so I jumped in her lap again. Mom took me and put me in my crate. Can you believe her!?! I was playing-just not the game mom wanted to play. She let me try again later and I played by the rules but the lady in the chair was gone.
Another person was in a chair by the box this Sat. at practice. I heard mom tell her that if I jumped in her lap that she was not allowed to pet me, play, or even laugh. I thought that was no fun so I played by the rules again-except when the large garbage man with the bad breaks came by. I had to tell him to go away and I missed a jump when I was barking at him. Our trainer thought I was barking at the man watching us but mom knew it was the scary garbage truck. Other than that, I had a great practice. My next tournament where I get to prove that I can play flyball correctly is just under a month away. Mom is getting nervous. I know I can do it, mom is more nervous about distractions. There is a dirtbike track on the fairgrounds where the tournament is to be held. Who knows what will happen ;) That will also be the first tournament where Cotton will be on our club's fastest team. Mom is going crazy just thinking about it. Wish us luck and say a prayer for us.

My aunt is now my mom!!!

I have hinted about this and changed it in my bio a while back but we had not had time and net access to add a diary entry about the awesome news. My aunt who made my page, took me to training, took me to the vet and bought me better food, is now permanently my mom. I spent more time with my aunt, now my mom, than the other person so when I started running away to my new mom's house the old mom finally gave up. When the other person let me out to go potty, I would make my escape. I ran as fast as my little legs could go to my new mom's house. That house was a quarter mile away so I was fairly tired when I arrived and had to cross a street so my new mom was getting pretty freaked out.
Now I live with Cotton and mom all the time. I love this place. I get great food, a warm bed, and 24/7 house access. Mom even has little coats for me so I don't freeze. I don't have much hair on my chest and no undercoat so I get cold quite easily. To top it off, I get to play all the time. My mom works on a ranch so I get to ride in the truck a lot and walk through the fields. Sometimes we even get to chase bunnies. Cotton is a great sister. I was quite mean to her when we first met so she is still taking some time to warm up to me. I'm no longer food aggressive so we get to have chewies and Kongs together. Cotton doesn't really like to snuggle but I love to snuggle. At first Cotton didn't want me in the bed so she slept on the floor in protest but now that it is cold, she sleeps in the middle of the covers and I sleep at the top. I would sleep all the way at the bottom if mom would let me but she is afraid she will kick me or suffocate me so she makes me stay at the top-usually in a little bed. Cotton does love the big round chair enough that she sometimes stays even if I jump up there and snuggle in with me. She looks at mom in protest but mom pretends not to see. As you can see by the pic of us on the bus, Cotton can snuggle if there is not enough room to get away. The pic was taken on the way home from doing a university basketball halftime show. We were both totally exhausted.
I am still learning to play flyball. Mom was starting to wonder if I would ever enjoy the game or if I would be the kind of dog who did it just because mom liked to play. But the last few weeks I have discovered it is actually fun. Mom switched to a soft smooshy ball so when it pops at me, it doesn't bonk my tiny nose. Now flyball is fun. I get to run and when I hit the box it is like throwing my own ball to fetch and if I do it right, it pops right into my mouth. Mom gets a little confused sometimes because I turn right and Cotton turns left (we have a 4-hole box). When the box loader asks which way I turn, mom almost always says left, no right.
Mom thought two dogs would be like having a dog and a half, esp since I am so small. But after her first tournament with both of us, she said it is more like triple the work. I have lived with them permanently for about two months now and sometimes I wonder if mom is still adjusting. Cotton is so perfect and well, what do you expect from a dog who was found on the side of a freeway- I got a few issues. I try really hard to be good but sometimes I just can't help myself. Mom says not to worry because this is my last home (and name). Since being found on the freeway, I bounced between about 4 homes and names. The last one was pretty much willing to keep me but I had other plans.
We will try to keep in touch more often but we are still looking for internet service since moving.

Flyball

My aunt says I am going to be a flyball dog!!! She was very happy about our lessons tonight. I jumped three jumps in a row without being distracted. I even did a sit-stay while she moved to the other side of a jump and waited until told to go. She was very excited about that especially since I didn't even sit just one week ago. My aunt says I am smart and catching on very quickly.
She almost gave in tonight and let me sleep in the big bed with her and Cotton. I tried really hard to talk her into it but in the end, she had to say no because that is the rule at mom's house and she doesn't want to undo their training. Besides this is one awesome crate. It is the hard plastic kind so it is like a den and she put one of Cotton's really comfy big fluffy beds in here for me. After flyball, I'm too tired to complain too much. Good night.

Went back to my other home today

I have been staying with my aunt (Cotton's mom) since Tuesday. My mom sent me with my aunt for training. I really liked it there. I got to go to the park every day, play with plush toys (mom won't let me have any of those because she says I destroy them too quickly but my aunt taught me to squeak them rather than destroy them), got cheese treats (even if I have to sit and do other things to get it, cheese is good), stayed in the house most of the time, and got lots of cuddles. She even took me to flyball practice. That was a lot of fun. I really liked hanging out with Cotton. She is really fun to play with and I think she likes playing with me too. I missed my mom and dad and was really happy to see them. When it was time to go home, I wasn't sure who I wanted to go home with but they picked me up and took me before I could decide.
I am back at home now but my aunt wrote my diary for me. Hello all of you dogsters. I can't wait until I have a bunch of friends like Cotton.
If you are reading my diary, you might as well send me a PPR. C-ya.