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​my brother Sammy is a pain in the tail. Literally. I am sort of a mellow guy, but Sammy is a whack job. Playing with him always gets me into more trouble than it’s worth. But even when I lay down, and show him I’m done, he doesn’t stop.

And Mommis thinks it’s funny. I don’t think she has owned a philosophical dog before.

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My Sistah From Another Mother

So the Biltmore Golf Course is overseeding and we’re allowed to go on there and run. That is, if nobody sees us, because technically we aren’t allowed to go on there and run. But early in the morning nobody does see us. Except other people with dogs.

This morning we were running the course and I saw something white coming toward me that looked like me. As she came closer, I could see she was a British Cream like I am. I’ve never seen another me.

Her name is Sandy and she came from Dallas. Her father is a nice man named Bill who is on his 8th golden. I guess he loves us! He said he had lost many goldens to cancer and got a British cream because we don’t have that incidence of cancer because we’re not inbred.

I didn’t understand a word he said, but I thought Sandy was beautiful. She’s an older woman though, two years old, and she wouldn’t look at me.

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Been doing some thinking

So yesterday a man named Rafael came and cut our front lawn and sprinkled a perfumey brown stuff all over it. Mommis’s friend Steve said he didn’t like the smell, but I loved it. I think it was cow poo, but pureed.

And this morning when we came home from the dog park, Paunnie loved the smell so much that he laid down and rolled in it. But before I could do it, too, Mommis let out a scream and made us go back into the house.

Speaking of that puzzling Mommis, I finally figured out that if I take her socks out of the laundry bag and leave them on the floor, she picks them up and puts them back in the bag. If I want to keep them where I can smell them and lick them any time, I have to hide them. So I’ve begun to stack them up behind the banquette in the kitchen. Only problem was, Mommis looked through the bay window and FOUND them!

In case you are wondering, I tried to eat as much of the banquette as I could, but I can’t get my nose down into the rest of the stuffing.