Confession

I have a confession to make.  It is a little bit embarrassing.  I'm a big adult healthy dog with very sharp teeth (even my vet complimented them).  But I am afraid of the dark.  When mom lets us out at night before bed, I always hope she waits by the people door for me to let me back in.  If she doesn't I have to walk around to the other corner of the house to come in through my "doggy" door (what a dumb name for a door).  But it is very dark over there.  I don't like it!  There are trees and flowers around the path to the doggy door and anything could be hiding in there.  Snakes, lizards, armadillos....

Usually I manage to 'dog up' and come around to the house, but last night, even though I could hear mom calling me, I just couldn't bring myself to do it.  I stood by the people door and waited and waited.  I heard dad say, just leave her out there, she'll come in when she is ready and I worried I might be outside all night.  But luckily mom looked out the window and saw me by the door.  She let me in.  She loves me sooooo much.  I'll try to be braver next time.

The Purple Bear

I loved stuffed animal toys!!!!  Love love love them!  Especially the ones with the squeakers in the middle.  I'm pretty good at killing them too.  I can get that squeaker out and kill it in just a minute or two most of the time.  Even those super cool toys with lots and lots of squeakers don't last long.  I can eat them up in an hour or so.  It is my favorite thing to do. 

But I don't know why mom won't bring me home any new stuffed toys.  I get bones and hard rubbery things sometimes.  It takes me a long time to kill a hard rubbery thing.  Sometimes almost a whole day.  Bones are ok for chewing, but they aren't much fun for playing.  I'm kind of used to not getting good toys, but then the worst unfairness ever happened.

Mom brought home a purple stuffed bear for Rocky.  And ONLY Rocky gets to play with it.  It is totally unfair.  She puts it away most of the time, and gets it out only when Rocky gets to go into his crate.  Then she locks it in the crate with him.  It is so stupid and unfair.  He doesn't even know how to play with it.  He just nibbles at it and snuggles with it, like it is his friend or something.  I bet he doesn't even know that there is a squeaker hidden in that big fat purple tummy. 

I've tried to pull it out through the bars, but no luck so far.  I've even tried to open the crate.  I think I know how to do it, but so far it isn't happening.  I rush in as soon as mom opens the crate and grab it, but she always makes me put it down.  Why, Why?  Doesn't she want to torture me?  Doesn't she love me any more?  It is pure agony to see Rocky waste that bear's potential.  Pure agony.

See how good I am at it???