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My Life as it Happens

MY FIRST CHRISTMAS

Well I got to have my first Christmas and it was fun. I got treats, squeakies, and bobos all tucked nicely in my very own stocking. Mom gave us all a few of the treats, but said we had to wait to get any more. She doesn't want us eating them all and spoiling our appetite or getting sick. Mom just don't get it that's the fun of it eat till we burst then lay around all day.

Not nice

Mom and my hoomsister were not nice this weekend. They got us two new furkids and one of them is very little and the other is my size. I got a new brofur, Poncho, and a new sisfur Dottie. Poncho is here on trial mom says. Mom told us that he may not stay as he isn't getting very settled. He's also not allthat nice to me and Gretchen. He does a lot of growling and chasing. Mom told me to stay away from Poncho's little house and everything will be fine. Seems that's his safety spot when he get's scared.

Now that other one is fun when Randi let's me play with it. She does keep saying EASY all the time and NOT SO ROUGH cause this new thing is a baby. Baby?? I see someone to play with. Everyone else just ignores it so why do I have to?

The Terror of the Neighborhood

I am now officially the terror of the neighborhood, okay of the house and yard "sheesh". I attack everything in sight and I don't care what it is. My most recent attack was on the TP mom was using to clean up a pooey. I just jumped and sank my teeth in and away I ran with a long streamer flying out behind me. Last night it was mom's pant and the bathroom rug. Oh and I can't forget to mention daddy's chest, you know those little funny brown things that stick out and all that hair is fun too. Mom blames my hooman sister for making me a terror, nope I was born this way. But what can I say I have two big sisters, a big brother, a foster big sister(non dachsie), and a C-A-T to deal with so I had to grow up fast and tuff.