new treat!

research papers taste GOOD!

Backyard animals

I smelled a really interresting animal in the back yard last night. It looked kind of like a cat, but different. It was black with a big wide white stripe. I wanted to go be friends with it, but the person wouldn't let me. She just yelled at me. she always yells at me.

oh yeah
if I am very very very still, maybe no one will notice that I am sitting on the red chair.

very very very still.

QUILT!!
it's almost like a giant torilla

arrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrf!
i'm a pirate!!!
wooooof!

OHMIGOD!

DOGFOOD!
my favorite.

oh yeah..
I wish Chand had a giant tortilla.

aha!
I am starting to suspect that the reason that they keep throwing the ball down the stairs is to prepare me for some sort of quest. I will practice hard.

On another note: I'm not sure why people get so upset when I puke. What could be more natural than eating part of your pillow and then throwing it up again every day?

And everytime I try to help with the dishes they get mad! why do so many normal things make them mad?

I've discovered that parts of the floor taste different than the other parts of the floor. The walls pretty much all taste the same, but the books taste different.

Well, got to get back to work. There's parts of the floor that I still haven't drooled on today.

*whimper*
*woof*

*grrrrrr*
*woof*

yumm
I wonder if I can carry this chicken bone home with me without anyone noticing? CHICKEN BONE! *shhh* don't tell anyone I have a CHICKEN BONE! someone must have left it as a present JUST FOR ME because no one would leave a perfectly good CHICKEN BONE behind!

CHICKEN BONE!


dammit, they took it away.

narcoleptic dog
should I run up and down the stairs as fast as I can or take a nap? or both?

I donno
I have a couple favorite sleeping places but I can't quite figure out which one I like best
* with my head IN the (full) water bowl
* in my crate, with my eyeballs balanced gently on the wire door frame
* in my owners nightstand, even though, for the love of god, I don't fit
* anyplace that I can lie on a lot of books that I've displaced even though there's a very nice pillow RIGHT NEXT to it.
* under foot

what do you think?

sometimes I like to lie in direct sunlight until I'm so dizzy I can't walk.

it's also fun to roll in smelly things, but they never me..
(Why is that things that taste and smell the best are so often denied?)

arg!
Everytime I bring the ball back, they throw it away again!!! Why why why must I do this sisyphean task??? Why are they not more careful with the ball??

dead things!
There's a dead bird outside! dead! dead bird! outside! I have to get it RIGHT NOW! dead bird! dead! *whimper* What if another dog gets it first?? DEAD BIRD!

starving
I've had nothing to eat but dog food all day! except the corn that I grabbed off the table at lunch.

almost as scary as firecrackers
MY BEST FRIEND was attacked by a crow today. At least, I think she's my best friend. Sometimes she tries to claw me and yesterday when I wanted to play she gave me a bloody nose. But a big crow swooped down to attack her and as soon as I woke up I rushed over to defend her. She didn't seem to happy about it though. Maybe because I accidentally sat on her.

The crow was almost as big as she was. She's lucky I was there to defend her.

*woof* *woof*
I am keeping a blog now. I hope that by keeping this, someone will notice that THERE IS A BALL TRAPPED UNDER THE SOFA! Another ball was carelessly thrown down the stairs but I was able to rescue it. I waited patientally for someone to retrieve the ball under the sofa, but after two hours no one had noticed. I don't understand these people. How can they survive for two hours without the ball??!!??