The Pet Chronicles

Everybody else has to have a say on these blog things so I figured why not me. Mom knows I have lots to say. At times she is the only one who seems to get what I am trying to convey, so I follow her around a lot. I mean a dog has to have someone to communicate with. Besides that she is alpha dog around here. I’m no fool. I know where my bone is buttered.

Mom got me when I was six weeks old. We sort of took to each other right away. I snuggled up against her on her bed that very first day and fell asleep with her. Then she carried me around on her shoulder half the time like a baby. Hey, I already had four perfectly good legs and could walk on my own, but I wasn’t complaining. I liked it up there snuggled up under her neck. No wonder those two legged babies do that all the time.

I still try to sit on her lap to do it sometimes but she starts grunting and gasping after awhile like she can’t breathe or something. What is the deal with that anyhow? I ‘m only 103 pounds. I mean heck, my little sis is bigger than me now and my six year old brother is a little truck, but they sit on her lap.

Well just thought I would make my first appearance. That’s me in the picture by the way. Mom says I have beautiful intelligent eyes. That’s one smart lady.

Oh by the way that fur ball with whiskers may make an occasional appearance on here once in awhile too, that is if I don’t chase her out. She comes into the house through my dog door sometimes, without even bothering to knock or asking if she can come in. Then she sneaks past me when I’m all comfy and stretched out, to go see Mom. She jolts me out of a perfectly good sleep. A girl has to let her know which of us the alpha pet around here is. I can’t just let her saunter past like she owns the place or something.

Sometimes there are other visitors here too, like these lizard things my sis brings in from the yard and insists on putting on the top of my head. She thinks it is cute I guess. I’d crunch them but they look too much like that tiny green jumping thing I chased around while we were camping one time. I thought it looked like an interesting snack. Wow was I wrong. I couldn’t get that taste out of my mouth for the rest of the day. I kept shaking my head and everything but that nasty taste would not go away. Mom was trying not to laugh at me too hard.

Anyhow, here I am. Bark at ya later again. Leave me a note or a paw print or a nice piece of hamburger, something good like that, so I know you came by.

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