So life is good, and Taylor is getting bigger. Here he is playing with Bo.
But the best news of the morning: Mommis finally found out that it’s Paunnie who raids the wastebaskets and pulls down the toilet paper every time she leave she house/ She thought it was me!!!!
But I only like to take the underwear out of the hamper and put it on the living room rug or on the back deck. I’m pretty mellow. It’s Paunnie who has anger.
I don’t understand why Tayles doesn’t just love this crate. It has a soft rug, a couple of towels that smell like Mommis, a bone, and a toy. I went in to check it out last night and fell asleep in it immediately.
As long as the door’s open, I really like it! It’s a warm, soft place to sleep in Mommis’ bedroom, and I can never get on her bed at night because Paunnie spreads himself across it and takes all the space. That and she leaves room for the laptop and the remotes.
We need a bigger bed in California, like our one in Phoenix.
So I’m layin’ on the floor of Mommis’s office after lunch while she’s on Newsgang. I know she doesn’t want any noise, but Taylor is still too new to know this, so he jumps me–and all of a sudden it’s Wrestlemania and Mommis is wildly pressing the mute button so she can pretend to be professional.
She not. Paunnie and Bo are wildly barking outside, because Snoopy’s out. Snoopy’s not his real name. He’s the next door dog with a blue eye and a brown eye, and every once in a while he comes outside and stands on his dog house staring into pir yard.
We know he’s jeal. He wants to play with us and he’s all alone. So we all talk to him during the day over ths fence.
We are good neighbors.
Today was a big day at camp Fluppy Puppy. All the campers were here. That’s me next to the puppy, Taylor, and Bo with the open mouth, and Paunnie in the back.
If you look at Little Taylor, you can see that while last week he had gotten chubby and longer, last night he got higher. His legs grew. He also is more fun for me to play with! He likes to jump on me.
Today Auntie Belle brought everybody over, but Tayles likes me the best. That’s cause I never ignore him, like Bo sometimes does, or try to train him by growling, like Paunnie does. I think Paunnie is mean to him sometimes, but he explained to me that Bemmie trained him that way, too, and it’s probably effective in making him a pack dog.
I think I don’t have a Mommis anymore. She went off to that reuniion thing in New York and never came back. Luckily, Uncle Brian takes us for these awesome walks. Paunnie probably misses Mommis, but I think I forgot.
Auntie Belle has me. She took me and Paunnie to her house because Mommis is traipsing around New York City, self-walking at her high school reunion. She doesn’t even have her leash on.
Auntie Belle loves me now because I entertain my little cousin Taylor. Tayles thinks I rock the world because I will play with him. Bo won’t really do that, and Paunnie is trying to discipline him with some sharp growls. Only I will wrestle with him. I think it’s big fun to have a puppy.
Auntie Belle has good days and bad days with Tayles. I can see that he gives her fits when she has to work. She should crate him more. Mommis crated Paunnie. Nobody crated me. And so I eat things I shouldn’t. Even I know that. Besides, I like Tayles’ crate; it has all the toys in it and a soft fur rug. I wanna go in it. Mommis went in it to show Tayles how to live in it. Mommis looked really funny in the crate. But not quite as funny as she looks when Paunnie makes her lay on her tummer on the floor with a broom playing bed-broom-billiards with her.
That’s when he puts his ball under the bed purposely and she has to get it out for him to make him stop crying. It’s his favorite game.