March 7th 2008 3:23 pm
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I know Mom means well, and I also know moms all over the world do this kind of thing because they love their children, but did she have to tell all of Dogster that I wet the carpet? I know, she's just looking for some way to help me out (and help her out), but now everypup's gonna know. Sheeesh. Lexie says I'll forget about it pretty fast, and so will everyone else, but I know that I won't forget. I don't forget stuff like this. I always remember stuff like this. Hey! Look at this half-eaten bully stick I just found under the bed. I didn't know that was there! That is so cool! But as I was saying, I know this will haunt me for the rest of my - wow. That is one fantastic smell behind the hallway garbage can. I remember that smell from somewhere. Hmmmm. Musta been something I ate once. Where was I? Oh, yeah. Not forgetting. Wait a minute . . . is that the itchy sweater that Mom made me wear last fall? I hadn't thought about that awful thing since that first cold weekend in November, or was it October, when we were out walking, maybe by the park? I can't remember. Anyway, I was telling Lexie that I found this really neato bully stick under the bed, when the doorbell rang and I had to go and check it out. She ran after me and then second child tossed me the tennis ball and I chased it into the kitchen. Hmmm - kitchen. That reminds me of dinner. I wonder when Mom is gonna feed us tonight. I'm starving! I wonder what we're having. I can never remember from one day to the next.