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Pete's Journal

Hello

Hello everybody. It's been a mild winter around here, we still haven't had a big snow storm for me to play in yet. I love running and jumping through the snow. Last year my Mom bought me booties, but I wouldn't wear them.

I've been a pretty good boy this winter, after Dad finally learned to put his slippers up so that I won't be tempted to take them.

I still sit on mom's lap every day, she doesn't even mind that I weigh 113 pounds. Everybody says I'm Momma's boy. Duh!!!!!

My allergies have gotten better over the winter, but I still have an occasional flare up on my tummy and in my ears. I have to be on a special diet for my allergies. Every once in a while I get lucky when the kids leave a jar of peanut butter on the counter when they go to school. That keeps me busy all day. On occasion they'll also leave some poptarts or bagels out on the counter. I just wish I knew how to hide the evidence after I tare into the boxes. Mom tells me it's a darn good thing I'm so cute or I would be in trouble.

Well, that's all for now.

Hello, Again.

Hello, I hope everyone has a nice holiday season. I sure did enjoy all the excitement on Christmas morning. My sister and I got a new bone and I enjoyed watching all the wrapping paper fly off the gifts. My mom posted a new picture of me sitting by the Christmas tree. I've been a pretty good boy all year. I haven't been doing much lately, except for going for my nightly ride in my Dad's truck. I make sure he remembers every night. Dad and I drive around the neighborhood and enjoy the Christmas lights together. When I get home I sit on Mom's lap and watch t.v. Well, that's all for now.
Petey

Poptarts Are Yummy!!!

I was bad this week. When my Dad came home for his lunch break I was so happy to see him, but when he went back to work, I started to get the munchies. I've been on steroids for my allergy problems. So, here lately I've been wanting to eat more. Well, I couldn't resist the box of poptarts I found hidden back by the refrigerator on the counter. I ate the whole box. I didn't even save any for the kids. Man, were they good. Well, after Mom got home from work I found out that it wasn't right for me to eat the whole box of Pop Tarts, plus I left all of the shredded box and wrappers all over the floor. Oops, I forgot to get rid of the evidence. Good thing Momma loves me soooo much, because when Dad got home and called me a bad dog, Momma kissed me on the head.