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To Chew or Not to Chew...that is the question.

Bad Day at the Vet

Ug. What a day. I knew something was up this morning when no one would give me any food. Then a car ride with mom during the day...weird. Well, I should have stayed in bed today. They took me to the vet. As if that's not bad enough, I think I was drugged. I was feeling fine and licking the nice lady one minute, then all of sudden I woke up in a crate. Everything was all fuzzy and I think they stole some of my parts. I can't be sure, but I seem to remember something else between my legs. Well, at least I get lots of cuddling now and a new toy since mom and dad seem to feel guilty. I'm gonna milk this for all it's worth.

Shoes!!

Today I learned that those smelly thingys that my people put on their feet are fun to chew. Even better is that mom and dad like to chase me when I have one. Is great! Am not that good at hiding though and get kinda tired easily so they usually catch me.
Then I decided I'd just try and chew the ones already on their feet. I think it tickled because they squirmed around and made lots of loud noises.
I got to take two big walks today and they made me pretty sleepy. Am going to nap now. Sniff you tomorrow!

Big Day at Home

Today my dad got up with me early when I couldn't sleep anymore. He seemed sleepy but wasn't very upset with me. We hung out for a little while until it was time for breakfast. Mmmmm! I love my food. After breakfast I have to try very hard to not run and jump. My people say I could get bloat. I don't know what that means, but it's hard to settle down after I eat all that yummy food. When mom and dad went to work, I had to go in my crate. I act like I hate it, but once they're gone for a few minutes I secretly stretch out and sleep. It isn't so bad, I just don't want them to go.
At lunch time dad's friend came over and he took me out and we played for a while. I was tuckered out, but really didn't want to get back in my crate. Still, I guess it was for the best cause I was very sleepy.
Mom came home early from work and we went for a nice walk. It was so sunny out and I just wanted to sniff everything. I'm starting to get the hang of walking on that string thing....at least I think so. Mom says "good boy" a lot so I guess I'm getting better. Then she threw the ball for me and I ran like crazy. I got in a little trouble though because I like to chew at the throw rugs and turn them over. Mom says not to, and sprays the edges with that rotten, bitter, yucky stuff. I don't care though, I decided I would try and chew it anyway. After I got out all that energy I was ready for a good nap again.
Before I knew it, it was dinner time. Yumm! I ate it all up and then I got my bone to chew. It just made me sleepy so I think I'll take a nap now. After that, I'm going to try out the throw rug again....maybe this time mom won't catch me. :0)