I'm gonna keep this short because I wore myself out playing with the BEST TOY EVER. Auntie gave it to us. I think I mentioned it before. But all you little dogs out there, you really need to get yourself the BEST TOY EVER. It's the accessible tennis ball, for dogs with small mouths. We have 5. Well, we had 5 until Bubbles chewed the skin off one of them and mama fed it to the trash. We all play together. Mama throws or rolls or lobs the ball and I chase it and Bubbles chases it and she gets it and kills it and then mama throws another one and I get it and then she throws another one and I get that too, but I have to drop the first one but then we both chase after the one I dropped... it's tiring just typing about it. I have to go rest and catch my breath. I'll post pictures next time, if blogger lets me.
But tell your people, get me the BEST TOY EVER.
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Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Time Flies
I apologize, loyal readers... This month really got away from me.
I have so many things to tell you, I don't know where to start. Is the beginning OK with you?
The month started with my cushion talking to herself a lot. She said things like "13 original states and 13 stripes" and "50 stars, 50 states, each has 2 senators, but how long do they serve for?" Then one day the tall one stayed home on a weekday, and they left me alone all day, but she seemed to be quite happy and relaxed when she got home. Then about a week later they did it again, and when she got home I heard her say something about being a "mericanow".
Right after that she got into a big old frenzy, rushing around, taking boxes out of the house and coming back with things in bags. She sent a whole bunch of stuff someplace. And then some good smelling stuff showed up in our house. She made a plastic tree and put the good stuff under there, right at nose level, but then she yelled when we tried to find out what it was.
The peak of frenzy came a few days ago. Both of my people raced around the house making all the stuff disappear, and changing all the smells with their sprays and liquids. They brought out the loud vacuum monster and tried to suck me up into it (don't worry, I kicked it's butt). My cushion wouldn't sit down - she made some brownie cakes for dogs and some scone cakes for people and some fluffy cream to go with Kara's homemade blackberry jam (she's a book lady too).
Then my aunt and uncle came over with their big monster they call "Buster". He whacked his giant tail around every which way and tried to jump on Bubbles, and he got some of my brownies. I couldn't believe how he could reach his monster nose right up to the food on the table. I wish I could do that. After it was dark the people played something they called "Guitar Hero" and it sounded like fun. There was clapping and laughing and singing, and everyone got tired. Oh, and most important - aunty gave me 3 small-mouthed-dog-accessible tennis balls, and a fuzzy goldfish to play with, but I had to wait until the monster was gone, because he's a thief.
I'm going to have to keep you in suspense for the rest of my story. The tall one did something bad to this computer, and every 20 seconds an angry message comes up and messes with my typing. It's hard enough for me to blog as it is. But this is just ridiculous! I can't take it anymore.
I'll write again soon, I promise. Y'all come back now, y'hear?!
I have so many things to tell you, I don't know where to start. Is the beginning OK with you?
The month started with my cushion talking to herself a lot. She said things like "13 original states and 13 stripes" and "50 stars, 50 states, each has 2 senators, but how long do they serve for?" Then one day the tall one stayed home on a weekday, and they left me alone all day, but she seemed to be quite happy and relaxed when she got home. Then about a week later they did it again, and when she got home I heard her say something about being a "mericanow".
Right after that she got into a big old frenzy, rushing around, taking boxes out of the house and coming back with things in bags. She sent a whole bunch of stuff someplace. And then some good smelling stuff showed up in our house. She made a plastic tree and put the good stuff under there, right at nose level, but then she yelled when we tried to find out what it was.
The peak of frenzy came a few days ago. Both of my people raced around the house making all the stuff disappear, and changing all the smells with their sprays and liquids. They brought out the loud vacuum monster and tried to suck me up into it (don't worry, I kicked it's butt). My cushion wouldn't sit down - she made some brownie cakes for dogs and some scone cakes for people and some fluffy cream to go with Kara's homemade blackberry jam (she's a book lady too).
Then my aunt and uncle came over with their big monster they call "Buster". He whacked his giant tail around every which way and tried to jump on Bubbles, and he got some of my brownies. I couldn't believe how he could reach his monster nose right up to the food on the table. I wish I could do that. After it was dark the people played something they called "Guitar Hero" and it sounded like fun. There was clapping and laughing and singing, and everyone got tired. Oh, and most important - aunty gave me 3 small-mouthed-dog-accessible tennis balls, and a fuzzy goldfish to play with, but I had to wait until the monster was gone, because he's a thief.
I'm going to have to keep you in suspense for the rest of my story. The tall one did something bad to this computer, and every 20 seconds an angry message comes up and messes with my typing. It's hard enough for me to blog as it is. But this is just ridiculous! I can't take it anymore.
I'll write again soon, I promise. Y'all come back now, y'hear?!
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