Wednesday, September 24, 2014
So here’s what happen in my neck of the woods, I was outside minding my own business in my own yard when I spotted Red Dingo. I ran to the edge of our driveway and Red Dingo started running toward our property line. Mom yelled at me to stay which I did but when she reached to grab my tail I took off toward Red Dingo. Mom started screaming at me like a banshee but I honestly couldn’t make out exactly what she was saying. I think it was due to the wind blowing in my ears. Old man Dingo (yes, that’s what we call him) heard mom and he started calling Red Dingo but apparently he couldn’t make out what his dad was saying either. Anyhow, today I came nose to nose with Red Dingo. The hair on my back was standing up and so was his. And I’m pretty sure mom’s was too. By the time mom reached me, Red Dingo took off running. She grabbed me by my collar and whipped my butt. I was so embarrassed I sure hope Red Dingo didn’t see me get a whippin’. Of course I got another lecture about when she calls my name I better come to her, blah, blah, blah. She even went as far as to say I don’t deserve any treats if I can’t mind her. So once again puppers I’m in the doghouse and treatless. If any of you could spare a few treats please send them my way.
Thursday, September 18, 2014
So a couple of nights ago, I had an upset stomach after we went to bed. I couldn’t get comfortable I would go to the foot of the bed and back at the top. Mom finally got up and went to the bathroom and I jumped off the bed. Mom asked if I needed to go out to pee and I headed to the door. Soon as I got outside, I started hacking and finally puked up my little guts. Mom was watching me and she thought I was still throwing up my toenails but I wasn’t. I was taking my nose and trying to cover it all up in case the Dingoes came around. I didn’t want them to think I was sick and couldn’t defend my territory. When mom realized what I was doing, she told me to stop it and get back in the house. She took a wet rag and cleaned my beard. The next evening when she came home and gave me a kiss she got totally grossed out. She said my beard stunk. I didn’t care cause that meant she wouldn’t be kissing me. Again she tried cleaning my beard and put some perfume on it. I thought that it stunk. We go to bed and usually mom makes me give her kisses before she will give me my treats. I started to give her a kiss and said oh hell no you still have stinky beard. Long story short I scored the treats without having to kiss her. The bad news I have to have a full on bath this weekend.
Monday, September 15, 2014
Today I got into trouble. Mom was eating cheese and I love cheese. She was sharing her cheese with me and Shit. It was so delicious, she'd give me a bite and then Shit a bite. I really don't know what came over me but all of a sudden I became very angry and I snapped. I jumped on top of Shit and attacked her. She was hissing and sputtering. Mom started hollering at me to stop it and then she whipped me and told me we don't do ugly in this house. She went and checked on Shit. Shit was fine; she had a little hair missing but nothing major. Mom came back and gave me a lecture about being nice, sharing, and getting along with others. She said she will not tolerate ugly in her house. Mom stayed mad at me for a long time. I tried to make it up to her by sitting beside her and offering her my favorite toy. Boy, mom sure knows how to make a fella feel bad.