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Dishwashing
I realize that the hell_hounds are not going to go away. I'm not thrilled with that, but I think I can deal with it so long as everyone understands that MY MOMMY is MINEMINEMINE and while she may pet you, feed you, or bathe you, she is MY MOMMY and loves ME BEST. Always. Now and forever. That means you can't sleep on the dog bed next to her side of the bed ( Read more... ) -
I like bunnies even more than I like squirrels.
I love my Dogfather. He is possibly the only male human I do like, with the exception of Grandpadog. Most other male humans need to be barked at thoroughly before I let them approach, because, you know, I might need to bite them. ( Fat, juicy, house rabbits live in Dogfather's backyard!!! ) -
So many squirrels, so little time
A few weeks ago Mom took me to lexicat's farm. I liked it there; I got to be petted and adored, as I should be, by a number of different people. There was only one person I really didn't like there, and I told him so in no uncertain terms. WOOF! Best of all, I got to chase around wild turkeys, and no one yelled at me to stop. I wanted to catch one for ( Read more... ) -
The great, rolling, Outdoor Bathtub
Mom, her friend bewandered, and Auntie Liz are on a big kick for hiking lately. I like the days when we hike, because I get both breakfast and elevenses. They have been taking me out to Pedernales Falls on the weekends and we have been walking around a lot. I like walking around in all kinds of places. There are many neat things to smell. We walked on roads ( Read more... ) -
All your squirrel are belong to me
I like our new house. It has a very big territory attached to it. In the territory are many slow, stupid deer, fat, juicy squirrels, and irritating birds. They are all mine. I will start with the squirrels first ( Read more... ) -
My warthog
Sister Dog is Alpha Dog. I can accept this, but she is pushier than she needs to be. Sometimes I have to show her my teeth (they're longer than hers) and let her know that I've had enough of her yap. She takes all of the Migration Pals that Mom buys us away from me. Sure enough, Mom gives the duck or goose to me, and then as soon as the Pushy Bitch ( Read more... ) -
Possum poo, or the lack thereof
Mom gives us a bath every two weeks, because she doesn't think my natural wet-dog smell is tasty. (What's WRONG with her?) I can tell that fall is coming on because there isn't as much possum poo in the yard. I use possum poo to mask the nasty smell of the oatmeal sham-pew Mom uses. Yuck. I feel better when I've rolled in some fresh, reddish poo-- ( Read more... ) -
Water, water everywhere!
Last night Mom and Grandmadog gave me a bath. This is the second bath I have had in a month, something to do with a "staph infection". I want to know when this nasty shampoo habit will quit. First Mom gets out the big silver tub, and then Grandmadog turns on the hose and gets out The Bottle. Mom acts like nothing ABNORMAL is taking place and ( Read more... ) -
Taking over!
I am taking this journal over from my Mom. She didn't have much time for it, anyway. I had chicken necks, yogurt, and blueberries for breakfast. Soooo tasty! I didn't feel like chasing the orange cat, or even the particularly irritating little black cat--my chicken necks were that good. Granddog built me a new enclosure in the yard so I can enjoy ( Read more... )
