June 22nd 2008 5:43 pm
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i'm spoiled. i know that. but what princess isn't? i should be the center of attention. so on friday mom kissed me bye and went off to that place called work she's always talking about. i don't think she likes it very much, but she goes almost everyday. i don't get it. anyway... when she came home friday night, i saw her walking from her car with a bundle of something white and wiggly in her arms. something wasn't right. she went in the house without telling me hello, and that made me sad. mom never comes home without giving me kisses. a little while later she came outside with the wiggly thing and tiff put me on my leash. we walked a little ahead of mom and i kept looking back. why wouldn't she give me kisses and what was that white, wiggly fluff she was holding? when we got near the end of the driveway she came closer. it was a puppy! how dare mom have another puppy in her arms! i was outraged. i pulled and pulled and finally got close enough to get a good sniff of it. mom told me to be nice and i really did try. however, i saw it more fit to whack him with my paw. mom told me that wasn't nice. but who is the not nice one here. i didn't come home from being gone all day with a new mom! she put the ball of fluff on the ground and he didn't even reach my elbows. what a whimp. i whacked him again. mom took me a few feet away and gave me kisses...finally! she told me that nothing would ever replace me and that he was supposed to be a friend for me. so wait.... the pup was for me? like a present? hmm.... so i decided to give it a try. mom says he's a german shepherd just like me. but why is he white? at least he's easy to see in the dark. so we walked back over to him and mom told me his name was wyatt. at first i thought she said white and laughed b/c mom was mocking the freakish pup. then when she called him i realized she said wyatt. i gave him a good sniff and a few licks. he always lays down when i sniff him. at least he knows he has to bow to the princess. as long as he knows his place i guess he can stay. i'm still not sure why we had to walk to the mailbox to finally get the scoop. oh well. he's gonna take some training. i'll let you know how that goes. oh no! here comes mom! gotta go!
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