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Eat. Eat. Eat.

Weekends are fun!

I like it when my people are home. Food is more available on the weekends when they are here.

Saturday my mommy said "blah blah blah blah-blah TOOTSIE!" Yeah, TOOTSIE! Short fat fuzzy black Tootsie has her own backyard and different food from mine. I went to her house and chewed up her toys and ate her food. I barked at every car, person, and dog in the neighborhood. It was fun.

Sunday I slept in my Dad's crotch all day while he watched that box with the sounds and colors. That is my favorite place to take a nap. I ate one of his snacks from the table and he caught me while I was licking another snack. Then he yelled "Phoebe, blah blah blah blah blah!". Then I ate my own food pellets. Then I ate Ceasar Selects Beef in meaty sauce. I barked once at the neighbor girls that stomp past my door with their dog. It was fun.