|NECK BONE Charlie|
snakes run for- your lives!SHE- HAS A GUN!
|Barked: Wed Jan 3, '07 2:41pm PST |
|okay.. mommy is not feelng well so she copied my diary.. jist is she saw me on petfindere and decided I would adopt her.
I've been putting off writing because mommy types for me and.. well, does not do it well. I adopted my mom several months ago. She drove up in February to meet me. I was a frightened, scrawny, scraggly - haired dog. I smelled like pee-pee and got some on my mom when she put me in her arms. As she was looking at people going up to the other pups she told the lady, “Yes, I still want to adopt him.” My mom had to wait a month for me to get that male dog surgery and all of my other things for her to adopt me….
The first few months were rough. Mom took 2 weeks off from work to spend time with me and we adjusted to each other fairly well. I was fine my first two days alone at home, then on the third day, I decided that I did not want to stay in the gated room and ran through the house. I chewed up a pair of my mom’s shoes, but all was forgiven. Mommy then got a nice cave-like plastic crate. It took me a whole 7 days to figure out how to break the door off. Mom came home to a huge mess. I met her standing on the dented crate door with ah HUGE wiggle, “look mommy I fixed it all for you”. My worst victim was that large, loud, sucking machine called the Hoover. Well I destroyed it, chewing up EVERYTHING that could be chewed, even parts that are supposedly chew proof stuff! No more noise from that thing! But my mother went crazy when she saw the chewed power cords for the answering machine and her cell phone (they had been hidden behind what once was a very tall healthy palm tree). She called my aunt screaming “he is going to electrocute himself”. My aunt came over with a really big metal cave that had sliding locks. It tool me threes days to figure out how to slide the locks open, this time I met mom at the door with a pile of recycled magazines torn beneath me. Mom thought that was all the damage, but was she ever so wrong. She was moving things around and picked up her laptop, she heard buzzing noises and saw sparks coming from the chord. I had chewed through the bi-axial chord and actually severed half. This time she ran out and a padlock (with key because I coud figure out the combination) for the cave…
I now rule MY condo. I have my own cam-locked metal cave (a present for my mom’s 40th birthday) in the living room and a very nice rattan chair (humans are supposed to meditate in it but I am the only one allowed to sit in it). I sleep at the foot of mom’s bed and get lots of hugs and kisses from mommy.
A nice lady comes during the day to take me for walks when my mom can’t work from home. My mom saw her tonight and she told mom how charming I was and that I pranced so proudly when she waked me. The two of them laughed because they know that I think I am a horse. She said to my mom, “after all that he has been through, he just prances like he has no worries. He is just so happy to be able to enjoy life. He is one funny, sweet dog, a joy to be around” mom shed a few tears (she does that a lot these days, I heard someone tell her that she had Pearly Men of Paws) and told her that I still make her laugh.
I still make her laugh! Little does she know, she makes me laugh too