Wednesday, May 26, 2010
Saturday, January 24, 2009
Settling In
Well, I am figuring things out around here. The brown dog is nice to me. He shares his Mom's bed with me, but he won't let sleep on the pillows like him. The strange looking things that hiss at me are hissing less. The black one stays in the extra room that is gated. I guess you have to have VIP access to get to that wing of the house. She pokes her head out occasionally but I think she mostly avoids the paparazzi.
The aunt came home with a bunch of toys the other day. They were all in twos. Ostensibly, there was to be one set for me and one set for the brown dog, but I took them all except for the ropes. He didn't want his anyway. He just makes them squeak and squeak and squeak. I like the footballs the best. Every once in a while, I hit it wrong on my teeth and it makes this horrid noise. It's not a squeak but like a roar or something. I just stand very still until it passes.
I miss my sisters. I am not exactly sure what's going on. The aunt talks to me a lot, but all I hear is blah blah blah "little bites" blah blah blah. I wish she could tell me where my dad is. I miss him. It's not so bad here, but it isn't home. The aunt gives me a lot of scritches though. I really like that. I enjoy it when we are in her bed and I get to lay on top of her and lick her face while she squeals uncontrollably. It's funny. Then I roll over and she rubs my belly.
She takes a lot of pictures, too. I will share:
The aunt came home with a bunch of toys the other day. They were all in twos. Ostensibly, there was to be one set for me and one set for the brown dog, but I took them all except for the ropes. He didn't want his anyway. He just makes them squeak and squeak and squeak. I like the footballs the best. Every once in a while, I hit it wrong on my teeth and it makes this horrid noise. It's not a squeak but like a roar or something. I just stand very still until it passes.
I miss my sisters. I am not exactly sure what's going on. The aunt talks to me a lot, but all I hear is blah blah blah "little bites" blah blah blah. I wish she could tell me where my dad is. I miss him. It's not so bad here, but it isn't home. The aunt gives me a lot of scritches though. I really like that. I enjoy it when we are in her bed and I get to lay on top of her and lick her face while she squeals uncontrollably. It's funny. Then I roll over and she rubs my belly.
She takes a lot of pictures, too. I will share:
Monday, January 12, 2009
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