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01 March 2006 @ 03:03 pm
I went to the doctor yesterday! And it was in a park! We went to a picnic table and the doctor met us and talked to me and petted me and she was very nice. She went away and then two more doctors came out and talked to me and petted me. One took out the stitches in my foot and the other one gave me treats but he didn't give them to me the right way so the mommy let me lick them out of her hand the way I like.

The first doctor came back out and she gave the mommy a big bottle-thing that makes a rattly sound when you shake it. Mommy made me wait until dinnertime before she let me lick one but I don't think I tasted it. I was just so hungry that I swallowed it. She gave me kibble too, and then another one of the little pink things but I don't think I tasted that one either. Then this morning for breakfast before she even took me outside I got to lick two more of them out of her hand. Before the bottle-thing stops rattling I just know I'm going to actually taste one of those things before I swallow it.

I can't help it. I get very excited.

This morning when the mommy was feeding me kibble she wanted me to do things, so I put my rump on the floor and I put my whole body on the floor and I licked kibble out of her hand, and sometimes she was frustrated and sometimes she was happy. She seemed to like it a lot when I got up on all my legs to lick the kibble out of her hand, and I think she was making a sound like "and" when I did that, so maybe that's why she was happy. I don't know. If I put my rump on the floor when she says "sit" I almost always get kibble, but sometimes I get a scratch behind my ears and she says 'good dog.'

I just got an e-mail from the mommy. (I am better at e-mail and blogging than speech, though I am learning to listen because it means I sometimes get kibble.) She says a friend of hers is totally convinced that one of my parents was a collie and the other was a golden retriever. She doesn't think there's any beagle in me at all. I don't know. I don't remember my parents. It has been a long time.

The mommy also said (in the email) that I will get my dinner and get to go outside, but I won't have a lot of time out of the crate tonight because there's somebody named "Kurt Vonnegut" that's going to be giving a lecture where she works. That's not fair. I like Kurt Vonnegut, too. I like everybody who's nice to me. He would be nice to me, right?
 
 
28 February 2006 @ 10:17 am
*jumps up and licks your face*

oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy oh boy!

*runs around and jumps on you again*

*sits nicely*

hmmmmmmmmm!!!!

*lick, lick*

*wiggle*

I'm Prince Charlie. I was just adopted by the BEST people! The big one is actually nice and calls me "good dog" and "pretty," and the mommy gives me treats and teaches me to put my rump on the floor and my whole body on the floor and to get a treat out of her hand. Sometimes I don't always understand what she wants, but it's one of those three, I know that much.

I have to spend most of my day in my crate. It's starting to grow on me. But it gives me a lot of time, so I thought I'd start a blog. Then maybe I wouldn't be quite so lonely and piddle on the mommy in my excitement just because she has finally come home.

There are two cats who stay in the house with me. One is really nice and she rubs on my cage and sniffs my toys. The other one doesn't like me at all. She hisses at me every time I go anywhere near her, and I've never done anything to her at all. If she were a dog I'd say she was a bitch. But the people seem to like her, so maybe she isn't all that bad. She just doesn't like me.