My crate bed used to be a brat cat carrier. I’m just a little dog with no tail, but I’m bigger than a brat cat now! So Mommy and Daddy gots me a new crate bed. I like to run inside of it and stick my butt out in case anyone wants to sniff it.
My crate bed used to be a brat cat carrier. I’m just a little dog with no tail, but I’m bigger than a brat cat now! So Mommy and Daddy gots me a new crate bed. I like to run inside of it and stick my butt out in case anyone wants to sniff it.
When Mommy and Daddy go to see cubs, I get puppy sat. Nobody sits on me, but when Mommy and Daddy leave, I get stressed and throw up. Last time I was puppy sat at the wiener cousins’ house, the Molly came with me to help me not be stressed. Here I am, looking for Mommy and Daddy after they went away.
Even though the Molly was there, I still got stressed and puked. My uncle took pictures, but I think they are too graphic for a blog that features a cute little dog with no tail like me! I felt better after I puked in the grass, but I still hid for awhile behind a sofa that I found.
Later I felt fine and I puppy sat on the Molly. Then I puppy sat on my wiener cousins, the Oscar and the Meyer.
My grandmommy came all the way from Nebraska to visit me because I’m cute with short legs and no tail. Grandmommies taste good, so I licked her a lot. Mommy wanted us to pose for a picture, but I felt kind of squirmy. Maybe that is why Mommy calls me squirm bucket a lot? Here is me being squirmy with my grandmommy.
Grandmommy just got some kittens, so I now have brat cat cousins. Here is the Max and the Mia. They have a nice soft bed.
They gots a neat looking toy too. If that were mine, I would shred the fuzzy ball for the roomba friends to play with.
I wonder if the brat cat cousin have a roomba friend?
I gots this new floppy penguin toy. It doesn’t have any stuffing, so me and the Molly can’t open it up and make a mess for the roomba friends to clean up. I like to shake it and throw it around.
I tried real hard to shred the penguin, but I couldn’t do it. I don’t want to make the roomba friends bored, so I’ll find a different way to make a mess for them.
I go to a wonderful doggie school called Narnia. But It is with great unhappiness that I must admit to doggie school truancy. You see, first I missed a class when Mommy and Daddy both got sick and wouldn’t feel better no matter how much I jumped on them and licked at their feet. Then, last night, I missed my final doggie school class because the big red thing that Daddy takes me to class in made all sorts of bad noises on the way there and spit out black smoke. It isn’t my fault! I know that I licked the window in it a lot, but I don’t think that would break it. I think Daddy must have fed it something bad.
Here is my homework that I never got to turn in at class.
My doggie school gives little papers called bonus bones in exchange for homework. Mommy and Daddy write my name on them and they later draw winners of great doggie prizes from them. But I missed my puppy class graduation and didn’t get to be there when they drew for prizes. That made me sad.
I start a new doggie class at Narnia next week though, so maybe I won’t have to be truant for that one.
