I am NOT Happy

That little Charles dog? Nothing but trouble since he got here.
First of all he takes my mother's attention away from ME. Secondly? He's is TORTURING ME. He chases me, and bites my ears! Why? Because I am the smallest one next to him and he can reach them! At least Anne stopped growling at him and plays with him now - she is doing a great job of keeping him away from me!

I can't believe it!

I can't believe I am ten years old! Holy dog bones! I don't feel ten years old - and let's face it I certainly don't act it either - I peed and pooped in the house this morning! BOL! I wonder if this means no birthday cake for me? Hmmmmm....shoulda thought about that this morning!

I can't help myself!

Friday morning early - my Mom took me to the groomer at Petsmart. Since she had to work and Aunt Marge was off - Aunt Marge had to come and pick me up. She came and got me and told me I was beautiful and blah blah blah, I was like "come on! come on! COME ON! LET'S GET THE BARK OUTTA HERE - Now please!" And she was looking at doggie pools and doggie life vests and doggie body gloves and asking me if I liked any of them - I was tugging and tugging to GET OUT OF THERE! And as soon as we did? I promptly squatted and took what had to be one of the biggest and best poops of my life ever - right outside the door! BOL! And Aunt Marge was like "Kylie! For goodness sake! There's no bags out here - now we have to go back in and get one!" So we did, she scooped my poop, and into the car we went. I was NOT happy in the car because she didn't let me sit on her lap like my Mom does. At least not till we were about halfway home. But I did like the Michael Jackson CD she played for me - "I'm Bad!" BOL!

I can't help myself!

Friday morning early - my Mom took me to the groomer at Petsmart. Since she had to work and Aunt Marge was off - Aunt Marge had to come and pick me up. She came and got me and told me I was beautiful and blah blah blah, I was like "come on! come on! COME ON! LET'S GET THE BARK OUTTA HERE - Now please!" And she was looking at doggie pools and doggie life vests and doggie body gloves and asking me if I liked any of them - I was tugging and tugging to GET OUT OF THERE! And as soon as we did? I promptly squatted and took what had to be one of the biggest and best poops of my life ever - right outside the door! BOL! And Aunt Marge was like "Kylie! For goodness sake! There's no bags out here - now we have to go back in and get one!" So we did, she scooped my poop, and into the car we went. I was NOT happy in the car because she didn't let me sit on her lap like my Mom does. At least not till we were about halfway home. But I did like the Michael Jackson CD she played for me - "I'm Bad!" BOL!

I can't help myself!

Friday morning early - my Mom took me to the groomer at Petsmart. Since she had to work and Aunt Marge was off - Aunt Marge had to come and pick me up. She came and got me and told me I was beautiful and blah blah blah, I was like "come on! come on! COME ON! LET'S GET THE BARK OUTTA HERE - Now please!" And she was looking at doggie pools and doggie life vests and doggie body gloves and asking me if I liked any of them - I was tugging and tugging to GET OUT OF THERE! And as soon as we did? I promptly squatted and took what had to be one of the biggest and best poops of my life ever - right outside the door! BOL! And Aunt Marge was like "Kylie! For goodness sake! There's no bags out here - now we have to go back in and get one!" So we did, she scooped my poop, and into the car we went. I was NOT happy in the car because she didn't let me sit on her lap like my Mom does. At least not till we were about halfway home. But I did like the Michael Jackson CD she played for me - "I'm Bad!" BOL!

Just a Reminder

This morning I did wee-wee downstairs (on the concrete floor that is waiting for the men to come and fix the flood damage) and then just to remind my mother that it is my birthday - I went into her bathroom and did poo-poo. Of course it was raining out and anydog who knows me knows I really do not care for the rain. And doing my "Business" in the rain? Ewwwww.
So Aunt Margie mailed my mother today and said "Did you remember it was Kylie's birthday today!?" and she replied "He did poo-poo in my bathroom to remind me - Of Course!" BOL!

Wow! It's my birthday!

It's my birthday! Holy cow! I hear that I may get some special treats today. But honestly? Right now the wind is blowing so hard and so loud that me, Duds, and Annie are all on Nana's bed with her. And! I'd be on top of Nana if those two would let me get anywhere near her!

Oh Dear - I've been TAGGED!

I've been tagged by diesl!

First - Here are the rules:

Each player starts with seven random facts about themselves. Dogs who are tagged need to write in their own diary about the seven random facts and the rules. You need to choose seven dogs to tag and list their names. Don’t forget to leave them a comment that they have been tagged and tell them to read your diary.

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1. I don't really like to poop outside when it's raining.

2. The first thing I did when I got home after being adopted was curl up in Trusty's lap.

3. When Trusty steals food and takes it into Nana's bedroom - I am always there to reap the rewards of his sneakiness.

4. I love to go swimming at Aunt Margie's in my cousin Rems, Ollie, and Dudley's pool.

5. I love to go to Aunt Margie's and run around in the backyard.

6. There is no one I love more than my Nana.

7. I love it at night when everyone goes upstairs and I can run back and forth between my mother's and Nana's room and "bed-hop".

Now I have to think of seven dogs to tag - I will have to add this later - because I think everyone's going upstairs now!