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Oh, how exciting..... My very own blog

My First Diary - September 13th 2004

Dear Diary,
Today was a fantastic day. My two mommas had to run a few erronds. Little Momma had class and Big Momma had to go to the cable company. I have never been to the cable company but I think that place is not very nice since my Big Momma is always calling them to tell them there is no HBO on Demand or no channels at all. I try to listen to their phone conversations but some words really leave me wondering. What is an HBO and why is he on Demand? Mmmm...... the mysteries of life.
When I was home and the Mommas were gone, I tried my best to stay away from my brother Oreo. He doesn't like me and whenever he sees me, he puffs out his chest and growls. He looks ridiculous but I take him seriously since I am a very sweet and shy girl. I like to hang out in my room and not too long ago I discovered a perfect little place, under the bed. It protects me from when the sky is rumbling. The Mommas call it THUNDER. Even the word makes me shudder in my fur. I am so happy to be home. I had to go to a horrible place called a kennel when someone named Charley came and then Frances. I wonder who they were that I had to go away for a few days. I don't think they were very nice since my two Mommas were so glad when they left. I think Frances ate all their food because when I got home, the freezers were all empty and the fridge was bare. I think they won't be inviting this Frances anymore since she ate all their food? My two Mommas keep talking about Ivan and how he's not going to come over here. They seem happy and I wonder why did they invite him if they are happy when he's not coming. Oreo keeps bragging that Ivan isn't coming because Ivan is afraid of him. Oreo has a Napoleon complex. The day was pretty much wonderful since that hateful Beagle was locked up in her bedroom for most of the morning. HA HA. She thinks she is so cute with her floppy ears and her big tri color body. She always sticks her nose under my door and one day I am going to get a chunk of it. I warn her and then one of my human Mommas tells me to stop it. What am I supposed to do? Am I supposed to let that little snot nosed Beagle sniff under my door, around my turf?
Well, dear diary I am going to go to bed now. I hope that they lock that Baylee ( that is the name the horrible Beagle goes by, I have other names for her but can't write them on here ) up again tomorrow. That would be pawrrific.

Good Night dear diary.

With Love,
Cayce