Boy am I glad to know that you won't be going anywhere any time soon. Because I am a used dog I don't take very well to loosing friends. I understand only too well what a loss feel like; but enough of all that silly mushy stuff I'm still to tail wagging happy to be able to share all my Doggie tails with you to dwell on unhappy stuff.
So I was wondering what part of the country you live in Diary, like my niece Quincy live in Florida, where mom says the weather is always ways nicer than ours, cause we live in stupid snowy New England, and it seems like this year Mother Nature has had it in for us. Every time I stair out my window all I see is snow. It's not that I am a wimp or anything, but being only about six inches tall, walking can be a little ruff on a big boy. And it is so extremely cold on my small framed bones that my legs start to gimp out on me, so unless it's a warm sunny day which we haven't gotten a lot of this winter, I can only stay out for about fifteen minutes before I am pulling mom back to the door, She took m out yesterday and I have been nervously hiding under my blanket every time she goes near the door. Good thing I am not a sled dog. And all the snow banks are as high as the houses, why I get a stiff neck just looking at it. Why it took mom over three hours to shovel out our car yesterday; by the time she came upstairs we where ready to gather up all our beagle friends to hunt down that trouble making, winter loving, groundhog Phil. Mom and I are thinking that he would make a appetizing stew right about now.
Well that's all I have for today old friend; mom's busy rattling around some pans in the kitchen, so it's time to saunter over and turn on the indisputable enchanting charm that is Colin Doggie. She's like putty in my paws!
Mom just broke the awful shocking news to me that Dogster will be closing the community areas on March 3, and I am still in shock over hearing it. Why I was so upset about this that I could hardly force myself to eat my kibble tonight. I’m not sure where I am going to bark about all my adventures, and thought, and feeling about my busy life here at my forever home. And where will my Aunties from the Taunton Shelter read about all my furry feats and achievements; to remind them how much their hard work there pays off for us “Doggies in the ruff”, waiting to have a chance to turn into a shiny jewel like I did.
Diary you were one of my most extraordinarily friends, and I will genuinely miss all our talks. You always kept track of all my secrets, hopes and doggie dreams, and when you close you will leave an empty spot in my heart forever!
Oh my dog it was fun Diary. Do you know there was even one of those kitties there? Too bad Mom said it was one of those no chasing kinds caus I bet I could of caught her real easy seeing how she had a ugly dress on instead of sweater, so I`ld have the edge. But anyways back to my yapping about the Ugly Sweater Contest at PetCo because it was one of the best of the five we have attended. Let me start by giving a shout out to the employees at the Taunton Pet Co who were extremely organized, freindly, and judged very reasonably and everyone had a wicked good time.
Now here's the thing with ugly sweaters, it seems the uglier the sweater the more people seem to like them. I kid you not, they hover over you like a flock of vampire bats after a long day sleep. The judges keep going from a couple of overly garnished cow, to a furry witch terrier, to mermaids, and barbies. And my held it`s own amount uglies, extra legs dangling from headpiece to monkey tail. Of course all the doggie kisses I gave the judges helped too.
First place went to a German shepherd in tattered werewolf apparel, then a trio of ghost busting dogs handle by a human in his dress ugly Stay Puff Marshmallow clothing. Mom and I believed the kitty would win third for sure just for hanging out like a cool kitty amount all us silly looking dogs, but then we heard them call me Colin Doggie for Third place. Must have been all the wonder kisses I gave them. I won a bag of mother Hubbard's peanut butter cookies, two yummy looking iced cookies, a new rawhide chew and a wicked neat spider bandanna for Howl O Ween. Not to shabby for an hour's work let me tell you. Put on one of the ugliest sweaters you can find and see for yourself. Our people just can`t resist them on us and I don`t even question the ones mom comes up with any more. I just wag my tail and cry to ge into it so the fun can begin.