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Phoebe Phlashes

New Toy!!!!!!!!

I'm soooo excited!!! Mommy brought me home a new toy yesterday and I love it! It's a ball ... inside another ball with holes in it. Somehow treats fall out of it if I work hard enough. It's awesome!!!

Mommy likes it, too. I spent hours last night chewing and chewing, chasing and kicking and then chewing some more and I barely marked it. She's happy that I'm not abusing Deacon so much, too. Unless, of course, he thinks he's going to play with my new toy. Luckily, he doesn't seem very interested in it. Personally, I think he's crazy.

Streaking

I'm convinced my brother, Deacon, is crazy. If Mom takes his clothes off he hates it. He will not calm down until she puts his clothes back around his neck.

Mom decided last night that my clothes were getting too small and took mine off. WOW ... freedom! What a feeling that was. It made me want to jump and run and really strut my stuff. She somehow made my clothes bigger (humans are really good about things like that). Anyway, she thought she was going to put it back on me ... WRONG. I was free and all natural ... the way a puppy should be, so off I went!!! Everytime Mom got that thing close to around my neck off I'd go in the other direction before she could get it fastened. Through the bedroom ... into the kitchen ... out to the living room, Mom behind me all the way. I almost made her fall more than once! You should have seen her ... she looked really silly and I could have laughed my tail off! Until, she called in the calvery.

She called my two-legged sister into the room. I just love my sister ... at least I used to ... she got down on the floor and called me to her lap ... I love her lap ... at least I used to. Do you know what happened next? I couldn't believe it but they double teamed me! How rude!!!! My sister snuggled me and I heard a "Snap." Drats!!! My clothes were back on and I felt betrayed. Deacon just smiled ...

Puppy's have such a rough life. Will humans ever understand???

I should have listened to Mom

Ok, I've been hearing it since she brought me home. "Stay out from under the bed!" Doesn't she realize how exciting it is under there? Doesn't she realize that a little, tiny puppy like me needs my own special hide-away? Well, I know better than she does ... after all, I'm the canine here!

Well, yesterday there I was off in my own little puppy world, jumping and playing with all I had in me when I realize that I must hide! No time ... just hide ... swish/squish under the bed. I hear Mom telling me to get out. Did she touch the treat bowl? OH, OK ... treats ... that's worth coming out for. "Uh, Mom ... Uh, HELP ... Helloooo, I can't move!!!! Anyone? Deacon? Someone call Lassie!!!!"

I see Mom's feet coming toward the bed. She's bending down and looking under the bed, shouldn't be long now. "Mom! Quit laughing! Puppies don't belong in predicaments like this one! Yes, I'm sure I look silly, but this really isn't comfortable!" Humans ... geez, the things that entertain them.

So, how many humans does it take to free one little, tiny puppy? The answer, two. One to lift the bed and another to pull me out by my front legs. Once I was freed, Mom started in again on all the reasons that I need to stay out from under there. Her reasons made more sense this time.

For about 5 minutes!