The humans are playing dirty tricks. They are moving things so I am always tripping over them and falling down. I think Beans is in on it. She never trips and falls.
Obviously I have failed in my vigilance- the humans are besting me and making me look foolish. Sometimes they say things like “Poor old girl” and “Hey Lucy, are you alright?” when they’ve tripped me but I know their sympathy is a mockery.
It is a cruel joke to play on an old dog.
Mom! Wake up! Did you hear that? Woof! Woof! Woof! There’s a boogie outside!
What do you mean its too late for shenanigans? There’s a boogie! Woof! Woof! Woof!
I think my big sister Lucy is getting old. She was so excited when our pawrents came home today, she pooped all over Dad’s blanket! She’s been doing things like that a lot likely. Walking along, and poop! I don’t even think she knows she’s doing it and I am worried about her. She’s almost 13 years old!
Did you hear that? Outside? My people are calling me! Why can’t I go play with them? Why must you stop me from going to be with my true people? They would take me in in a heartbeat, to run and to play with them!
This is my couch and I don’t want to share it with you Mom! I had such a hard day today after that bad UPS man came and parked on the street and made so much noise and I had to bark and bark and bark to keep you safe!
You think he brings stuff to people but I know he’s a bad man and if he comes inside, it’ll be really scary! That’s why I have to bark so much when he comes.
They fed us poison again. Poison in the form of little brown pebbles. I refused to eat it, wanting to continue to prolong my life, at least for a bit more. The puppy, Beans, she ate all of it and rapidly too. I’m not sure how she continues to endure- perhaps it is because she is truly a “garbage guts” dog.
When she was a very small puppy, the humans called her a garbage dog. She swallowed all things that fit into her mouth, food and otherwise. And still today, she eats this poison with no ill effects. It is a mystery how it does not effect her.
Our mom and dad believe in keeping us healthy and not having to go to the V-E-T for stuff that can be prevented. Mom gives us our shots every year, and she gave me all my puppy shots too.
Even though I was getting all my puppy shots on time, I still got parvo because someone else’s dogs were running around the neighborhood and they were sick. But my mom and dad made sure I took all my medicine after rushing me to the vet as soon as I got sick and gave me lots of fluids. I hated the needle under my skin and the fluids didn’t feel good, but I got better. I wish that hadn’t happened but not everyone is as good as our mom and dad.
Our pawrents also made sure we got spayed as soon as we could. So many puppies don’t have good homes like us and getting us fixed helps not make that problem worse. Angel Dogs did my spay, and for everything else, I go to Dr. Biggerstaff at Quartz Hill Veterinary Clinic.
Tell your folks to be responsible! Get your shots and get fixed!
Today my pawrents were outside almost all day and we couldn’t be with them. Mom put us in the back yard and told us to “Go dog!” but I don’t think we’re very good at it.
Dad was doing something to his truck and mom was playing with her yarn. I think that’s what she calls that stringy stuff.
Then mom came into the back yard with us and went into her little room and she did some stuff while we laid on the floor. I really like that room – it’s very calm and relaxing but sometimes she says “No dogs!” and closes the door.
We all finally got to go back in the house, and then my pawrents left! I don’t know where they went but they didn’t come home until it was almost dinner time! I was so worried!
My disappointment continues.
The mail carrier has come by multiple times, but he has failed to pay off his debts. This worries me because he still expects to be allowed to take part in our underground gambling ring, and we are getting low on biscuits.
The time to act is coming on us quickly, and I will have to devise a plan to make him pay up. In the meantime, I will be telling him exactly what I think when he comes by.
I may be old, but my bark is still fierce!
My mom says its National Puppy Day, so here’s a cute pic of me as a baby. I was always getting into trouble back then.