Gobble Gobble

On Thanksgiving, we went to dinner with family and I got to meet a lot of new people and I think they really liked me. It was nice to be surrounded by so many new people, since there was always someone available to pet me. Unfortunately, I couldn't convince anyone to give me any people food, even with being as cute as I am and even though I had just gotten my bath and was extra soft. The next day, Grandma and Grandpa came to visit. I was so lucky, getting showered with attention for three days in a row! I'm sure Grandma didn't mind that everytime she sat down, I laid across her lap and made her massage me until I fell asleep. Each day, she was covered with fur by time she went to bed. But that's a small price to pay for the privelege of hanging out with the pasha! Now they're gone and it's back to being in the crate during the day and only having two people to pet me at night. But I don't mind, because Mommy and Daddy give me lots of love and attention. Today, I was cuddling with Mommy on the couch under the blanket and she was singing Jingle Bells to me. I thought it was funny and batted at her face the whole time with my little kitty paws while she was singing. I like it when Mommy's on call all weekend because she gets to come home early on Monday and let me out of my crate so we can play together. I just wish it would stop raining so I could go outside for walks again. I know I'm lucky that I have a side yard to hang out in but I need to get out and seek out some new smells!

My So-Called Life

I really liked my host mom. She was kind and generous, taking care to give each animal attention, even when there were so many. I spent some time in that house with many other dogs and cats and learned to get along with anything. That probably explains why I like to lay on the couch, licking my paws for hours and sometimes even wiping my face with them, like a cat taking its bath. I also like to lie across people's laps while they stroke me and have been working on my purr, although it currently sounds more like grunting. Not quite as elegant. Sometime, I like to lay back against Mommy or Daddy's lap, and bat at them with my paws playfully. I guess you could call that cat-like, but that's just the way I am.

Like I was saying, I had a pretty good life with my foster mom, even if I had to share her attention but it was hard for her, as she was always trying to help as many animals as possible. For a few months, I was sent to a different foster house where I got to eat a lot of human food. Yum! I really cultivated my love of peanut butter. But I got a little pudgy. When they sent me back to my other foster mom's house, she put me on some diet food and the treats were few and far between. But hey, it wasn't my fault! I'm just a dog and that's what we do, we eat and poop. And if I have the chance, I'm gonna eat as much as I can. Especially when I have to share a house with lots of other animals. Sometimes, even now, when I get a treat, I hurry and eat it as fast as I can, not savoring it at all, because I'm afraid somebody else will take it away from me and eat it themselves. I like to take them under the dining room table where no one can get to me and gobble it down while I can. I know you think I'm pathetic, but I can't help it. I just can't seem to get rid of that part of me. Sometimes it makes me feel ashamed but not enough to stop. Given the chance, I'll eat till I burst.

So now I'm back at my foster mom's and she takes us on trips every month to pet shops to see if anyone wants us. People will walk by, sometimes even say a kind word or pet us, but no one was ever really interested. What really impressed them were the cute little puppies on the other side of the store. No one wants a slightly pudgy approximately-3-year-old dog. Each month, we'd go, and then at the end of the day, we'd all get piled back into the van for the ride back to the house. This went on for some time but then one day the most incredible thing happened...

And what happened next will shock you!

As I was saying back on 10/28, one day they came for me. But not to take me to the death chamber. I didn't know any better. All I knew was that someone was finally coming to take me out of the cage and pay me some attention. It had been a long time of loneliness and neglect, and I was starving for anyone to acknowledge my existence. And it was my lucky day, indeed. I was taken to the house of a very nice lady who kept me there with some other dogs and cats. That's where I learned to be crate-trained and house-trained. I even learned how to drink from the rabbit bottle on the side of my crate. This lady took really good care of me and I liked to be at home with her and the other animals. I even had a kitty there I loved to spend time with. When I would come home, I'd go running up the stairs, howling until I found her and then we'd cuddle all night. This lady took good care of me, but as you know, a good thing can't last forever...

Yay, Beth!

Yea, Beth came to visit and Yea, I got lots of attention and she pet me all weekend long and she took me on a walk around the neighborhood and I was so happy and she was so sweet. Of course, I didn't give her much of a choice as I was very forward and didn't waste any time and threw myself across her lap as much as possible. She got to see my cat-like ways in person and I used my pasha-charm to bring her under my spell. Now she will be irresistibly in love with me and will feel the need to visit often. Plus, she brought a laundry basket and a jacket, as she knows how much I like to sniff things and I got to check those out as well. It smelled like her cat!

Now she's gone and I miss her but she promised me she'd be back soon to visit. I'll be counting the days and maybe next time Mommy and Daddy will let me sleep in the guest bed with her but I doubt it. Oh well!

Mopey

I'm bored. The humans have been busy so I haven't been on many walks. Just let out into the side yard to tool around on my own. At least I get some fresh air but I prefer the walks where I actually get to sniff around and follow new trails. I've just been spending most of the time coming up with new and creative ways to lick myself. Woopee.

But I'm getting a visitor this weekend! Beth is finally coming back to see me. Before, she told me that I have lovely silky ears and then she pet me like mad and said that she'd come back to see me soon but then I never saw her again. I thought that maybe she was just teasing me but Mommy says she's coming this Saturday! Yea!! I already have my whole weekend planned out. First, she's going to pet me on the couch, then on the floor, then walk me up and down the street, then pet me out in the yard, then sneak me some peanut butter, then sleep with me on my pasha pillow next to Mommy and Daddy's bed. She's gonna love it!

Coming up: the next chapter in the saga of my previous life...

Yea!!

Today is the best day ever! You know why? Because I found out that November is National Peanut Butter Lovers' Month! I think we should all celebrate by having a nice big scoop of peanut butter. Please write in and tell my parents that you feel I should get some. Yea, peanut butter!

Happy Halloween

I am Dracula, evil vampire of the underworld and I come to suck your blood...

...but I'd rather have some peanut butter.

Yesterday was Halloween which meant that there were bowlfuls of candy out in the house and I wasn't allowed to touch any of them. They didn't even let me get in a sniff. Jeez. And then the trick or treaters started coming and Daddy held me back while Mommy went to the door. No fair! I wanted to see and sniff stuff! So what if I ended up blocks away from home never to return? Being the pasha that I am, I'm sure someone would have been honered to pick me up and adopt me. Oh well. Then Daddy had to go to his improv class so they put me on my leash which was wrapped around the coffee table so I wouldn't escape while Mommy went to the door to give out candy. How humiliating. I could see outside every time she opened the door and I'd get excited and try to see more but my leash would come to its end and pull me back. But I still got some attention. Many of the kids at the door saw me and of course fell instantly in love with me and asked if they could pet me. It was a little scary at one point because several kids swarmed in at the same time and surrounded me, with one kid grabbing my face and trying to kiss me but it's the price you have to pay for being a pasha. Sigh. It's tough being me. Now give me some candy!