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Profiles in Pups: Taylor

We’re cheating here. Taylor is only visiting for ten days while Auntie Chelsea is in London watching Dashie. He’s not a dawn dog in Half Moon Bay where he lives. But he has to be one in Phoenix. He flew here with Auntie Chelsea and her boyfriend Brian and we met them at the airport. He flies here a lot. I think he’s my cousin. He’s a great role model.

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Nature Hike

Today I went on a nature hike in the backyard with my brother Sammy. Mommis has hired him to train me, since he went through a leadership training program with Juan Aguilar and came out a service dog.

Now he serves me. I don’t think it makes him happy, but he’s getting resigned to it.

On the other hand, Uncle Max’s dog Tucker bit me on the leg today. I haven’t the faintest idea what I did to piss him off.

Great hike, though. Good workout.

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Half Moon Bay: Love it and Hate It

I love Half Moon Bay in the summer, when we have Camp Fluppy Puppy, but I hate it in the winter, when we get left at home while Mommis goes there alone for the weekend. Yeah, Jerry and Jamie and Uncle Dan and Max are okay, and they hang out with us and take care of us, but they don’t smell like Mommis.

This time she tried to fake me by not packing the yellow suitcase. She’s only taking the red thing. The thing the laptop goes in. But when she put the pills and the toothbrush in the red thing too, I knew where this was trending. She doesn’t take those when she goes to a meeting.

So last night, when she went out to dinner with Doris and Jerry, I took the red thing. I was gonna try to take it out in the back yard and examine what was in it to see if I was right and she was abandoning me. If it had any unders or a bra, I’d know for sure.

But man, was it heavy.  By the time I got it to the dog door, my teeth were sore from carrying it. I couldn’t quite get it, and me, through the door. And then somebody came by the house, and I had to do my job. I went to the window to look and bark to keep us safe.

And then ( I live in the present) I forgot I left it there, and she found it when she came home and figured it out.

That’s why I constantly am in the dog house.

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Auntie Belle is Here!

So I don’t understand how this could happen , but tonight Auntie Belle from Half Moon Bay walked right into my Phoenix house to see me,She went out to dinner with Mommis and then got right into bed with us, just like at our other house — the one with the ocean. I can’t figure out how she got here, but it sure is great to be in bed with her again.

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How Do You Lose a Leash?

Today on our walk, the last big outing of the 2007 Camp Fluppy Puppy season, I lost my leash. I don’t know how I did it, but I came home without it. We were almost home after going out to lunch at Cafe Classique on a beautiful day, and Paunnie and I were on the coupler. Paunnie found a baseball, and was carrying it home. I swear, he always finds a ball or a stick.

So the ball dropped as we were walking down the hill to our house, and Paunnie ran after it. Mommis let him go off the coupler to get it, and then I wrestled loose, too. Paunnie did his usual–found the ball and went right back to Mommis. I find that wimpy.

I took a detour through somebody’s front yard, just to see what was there. Then I swear, I went straight home. But when I got home, I was wearing just the piece of coupler. Mommis went back out to retrace my steps to find it, but she didn’t really know where I went on my exploratory detour, so she never found it.

And now I’m depressed. Mommis packed her suitcase and is going back to Arizona, the hot place with the big backyard, tomorrow. We are getting driven home on Thursday in Mommis’ car. Mommis will get home by flapping her wings. She said, “I’m flying home.” Mommis is some kind of big bird! What a surprise.

Unless Auntie Belle visits us every day, we will be pretty miz until Thursday when Charlie drops us off. I know I live in the present, but I really can’t wait to be back in Phoenix with Mommis and maybe Uncle Dan and Bluey. If camp is going to be over, let it be over! That’s living in the present.