08/21/04
Saturday - it's been a quiet day with Mom and that "Wally" (see photo attached). He owns my big sis, Lee Anne, but he stays with us sometimes. He's 20 pounds of Schnauzer mix and I'm only 9.9 pounds so Mom gets nervous. (I've got news for her, I whip that big dog's butt! If he thinks he can come in here and sit in my Mom's lap... well, let's just say that I've got news for him.)
When Mom takes us out together for a walk, wherever he pee's, I've got to pee and cover it up. (I just can't get as high on the bushes as he can, tho.)
Time to go and claim my half of the bed. I've got to get there quick: I can't let Wally get on it.
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Lee Anne didn't pickup Wally again today. He's got to go home soon because Mom thinks that I'm trying to bully him. (Imagine that! Little old moi?) I will admit that he makes life interesting... when he's not tearing the stuffings out of my toys or trying to sit on MY Mom's lap. He's pretty dumb though, doesn't know what the piddle pad in the bathroom is for - he actually thinks he has to go out in the hot weather to use the bathroom. Stupid Dog!
That does it! Mom locked me in my crate today, said that it was for my protection. that she didn't want Wally to hurt me today while she was at work. That Dog has got to go. I'm stuck in this gosh-awful crate looking through bars while That Dog waltzes around MY bedroom. If Mom doesn't call Lee Anne tonight, then I'm calling him a taxi!
That Dog is still here. Mom was telling him last night that it looked like he was living with us permanently. No Way! I will admit that I am enjoying his visit (gives me someone to play tug-of-war with), but I am an only child here and my Mom is MY Mom.
I've been real good, using my piddle pads and everything. I even let Wally up on the bed last night. (Actually, he snuck up there while I was asleep but I won't tell Mom that. She thinks I was being nice.) The only bad thing that I've done is use a kitchen towel for tug-of-war with Wally. (He made me do it!)
Wally and I had fun last night. We got one of Mom's kitchen towels and played tug-of-war. (She knows that we completely shredded the ends!)
My big sis, Lee Anne, came over and took Wally and me for a walk. She told Mom that she thinks I need sunglasses, that I squint my eyes in the bright light. You can call me "Hollywood."
Drat! Mom was in a hurry last night but she had "leftovers." Usually when she's in a hurry, she fixes a sandwich which means I get the bread crusts. Oh well, she won't tell me that I'm getting fat.
Wally, That Dog, is still here. His mom didn't take him home with her but brought his meds, (yuck!). I guess he's not so bad after all. We run and play a lot together. The best part is when we take a walk with Mom and we go in two different directions, leaving Mom being pulled and pulled and pulled.
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Oh well, she won't tell me that I'm getting fat.
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