Here's me on my way to Puppy School today. See how excited I get? I can always tell when it's time for Class. I even sort of rock back and forth in my car seat to make the car go faster. We were at a stop light and Mom took this with her cell phone.
First - let me say that I can take care of myself. Really I can. No need for everybody to get in a dither just because some big Chesapeake something-or-other grabs my whole body with his mouth. He's JUST a baby - maybe nine weeks old or so. I can handle it. I ONLY screamed to scare him. Honest.
Second - I weigh 5.4 pounds. Sandy weighs 5.2 pounds. But he's tall for his age. He has a new room mate. Sandy's human brother is getting married and his fiancee, Nicole, has a Yorkie named "Jack" who is one year old. He came to puppy school today. He only weighs 4.5 pounds. He's got this thing about snapping at the other kids, but that's probably because he didn't go to puppy school when he was a baby. You know, it DOES make a difference.
Mom's calling me for dinner, now. See you later.
Mary-Margaret
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Mary Margaret Help Help Help!!!!
It wasn't my fault honest, dad came home from work and I had chewed up a roll of toilet paper, my human brother Daniel had left it on the bathroom floor and come on what was I suppose to do just let it lay there. I think I really messed up, guess what dad had when he came through the door, not one but two bags of Charlee Bears, one cheese and egg and the other liver. Mary Margaret I don't know if I will ever get to taste them now.
Dad took me for my walk and honest I did everthing I was suppose to do, except when I got back home dad put out my dinner and quess what--I didn't eat it. I don't know what I was thinking, for some reason I just could not eat it. I though maybe if I go one more night without eating dad would make me home made chicken and rice that I like so much, after all come on mom's gone and I deserve a special dinner don't you think???
In answer to your question about a back yard, I have a relatively big back yard with a high fence all the way around it. Seemed to be impossible to get out of unless you could find a couple of loose boards (not that I would be looking of course) Hee Hee--but would'nt you know it one day my nose just happened to be in the right place at the right time and low and behold a board moved and what else could I do but go exploring, Mom and Dad said they almost had a heart attack, whatever that is. All they had to do was look on the front stoop---I don't have STUPID written accross my forehead, I know I would have to look long and hard to find a better place to live, but don't tell my mom and dad that, let them worry a little, the hugs and kisses I got from mom when they found me were worth all the effort it took me to squeeze through that small opening in the fence.
Last night when dad let me out just before bedtime a rabbit snuck into our backyard (the nerve) so off I went round and round the yard at least three laps before he or she found the hole it came through to exit My yard. I'm really fast but just not fast enough to catch a rabbit, but I'm pretty sure that rabbit knows they wore out their welcome and who they would have to deal with if they ever thought of coming back.
Can't type anymore out of room---
Guard-Dog extrodinare/Sarabi
SHHHH Mary Margaret I would have contacted you sooner but I had to wait till my dad was asleep, if he catches me typing it'll be curtains for me, if you don't know what that means its like I'll be in puppy heaven or that other place we won't talk about.
You're not going to beleive this one, about an hour after I talked to you my dad went to the freezer in our garage and what do you think he brought in-----You Guessed It----CHICKEN and then he made me rice!!!!! See just when you think you have lost the battle you end up winning the war. (what a silly expression) with my dad the war is never over, unless he wins. Anyway if you think thats impressive two hours later while I'm laying on OUR bed, digesting that wonderful dinner, what do you think dad gives me ------ WRONG-----not only does he give me a liver Charlee Bear but also an egg and cheese Charlee Bear. Thank-You, Thank You, Thank You. If it wasn't for you Mary Margaret I would never know how SCRUMPDIDDLYUMPTIOUS Charlee Bears are--Ok I owe you, don't rub it in.
Your forever grateful Charlee Bear Lover----Sarabi
Egg and cheese? They make EGG and CHEESE? Why didn't anyone TELL me? Oh my gosh, I'll have to figure out a way to have Mom get those. I LOVE LOVE LOVE CHEEEEEESE!
PS: I promise not to tell your dad you are on his computer. (Way to go, Sarabi!!)
Love, Mary-Margaret
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