Barked: Tue Mar 10, '09 6:30am PST |
 |  |  |  | Thanks for the welcome, Sunny Lee. I've never been called a D.A.M.N. dog before. My sister has. It looks like fun to be one.
Since I know what it's like to be neglected, I don't mind so much the mommy neuroses. Except maybe for the food police part. And, okay, maybe the anti-roaming rules.
We have thick woods behind the yard filled with all kinds of cool stuff, but she won't let me fully explore. She's worried that I'll get torn up by greenbrier or other animals. Or that I'll get shot, stung, bitten, diseased, injured, poisoned, frightened, lost, etc. You know the drill.
I'm a grown dog now. I don't need to run to my mommy for every little thing.
Except maybe when the leaves move right beside me. That's kinda scary. |  |  |  |  |
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