August 5th 2008 10:25 pm
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Charlie wags his butt the entire time he walks. I know this now because this is the view I get when we go out together for a walk. I don't get to walk anymore. Mama puts me in this square thing with wheels. She puts a pillow in it and scolds me every time I pop out of it. So today her friend Shannon comes over and I love Shannon and I want to look good for Shannon but no...I cannot be my studly self. I have to go into the cart and be pulled. One of the neighbors laughed at me and called me "dog in a box". Grrrrrr.

I'm very brave except when Mama gets more then 2 feet away from me...then I feel a little shaky and try to pop out of the box. We tried to have Shannon roll me and Mama handle Charlie (because he's such a trouble maker compared to me) but I feel TERROR when she's away. Maybe because I know I must protect her. And by the way...I do not poop when I am out. He does because he thinks it's funny to make mama pick it up. He does it as far as he can away from the next big black box that momma can throw it into so that his scent wafts through the air. He finds this quite amusing. Mama walks sooo fast during that period of time and my little cart goes clackety clackety clack!