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Let me tell you a funny story here. The first time i met one of Dad's sons, of course i barked at him first. Just to let him know i was boss. Then i walked around him sniffing and proceeded to lift my leg and peed on him. Well i thought it was funny even if no-one else did.

Whenever mom and dad have company i always have a hard time deciding whose lap i'm going to sit on. I usually go to whoever feeds me. Mom calls me a velcros dog. They can't even go to the bathroom without me following. I'm usually laying on the rug just inside the door while they shower. They're not getting out of my sight.

Actually i'm a good dog. I don't chew things up. I hold it a long time sometimes waiting for them to take me out, but i don't mess. I sleep in my cage at night under my blanki. Mom says i'm part bird,because when she puts the blanki over me i go to sleep. During the day if they're home i'm snuggled up to one of them on the sofa. If they move i'm on their tail. I must be part hound, because i always find them.

I'm not a big eater , but i do love my treats. There's dog-bone, ol roy (they're good) doggie chocolate chip cookies and my "greenies". Does that sound like i'm spoiled? Well don't tell them that. On sunday mom makes dad eggs for breakfast and she serves it on a paper plate, so when dad's done he lets me lick the egg off. I got him eating right out of my hand.

One of my grandmas used to live in an assisted living place before she passed away. Mom and dad would take me there to visit her. I would sit on everyones lap there, and they wanted mom and dad to leave me there. I sure do miss my grandma, and so do mom and dad.

Dad says he thinks he should have named me "Killer". Everytime i see another dog i go into attack mode. I'm really a big baby tho because if the other dog woofs at me, i shut right up. Hey i'm only about ten pounds so i have to be tough. At least pretend.

I have one friend up the street that when mom and i go for our morning walk i'm always looking for him. His name is "Bruno". He's an old army dog. His owner inherited from his son who's in the army and had taken Bruno all around the world. The son was relocated to Afganistan so he couldn't take Bruno with him. So lucky for Bruno the dad took him in and he has a good home there. Poor Bruno is getting on in years now so he doesn't walk very far with me. He gets about 20 feet and has to sit down. He's my best friend next to mom and dad.

I also have a little girlfriend that lives up the street. Sometimes her mom and my mom meet in the morning and we all walk together. Her name is Cupcake and we bark at the squirrels and deer. Sometimes we see stray cats that we try to chase but our moms have us on leashes so we can't go very far.

My dad sometimes sits on the sofa at night and has some string cheese. Me being such a mooch (not to mention i look cute) i sit there and stare at him till he gives me some. Usually it's a piece for him and a piece for me. YUMMY

I don't like the holidays to much. I like it when we get company, but sometimes mom and dad have to go visiting and can't take me along so i'm left all alone. Go ahead feel sorry for me. Maybe you can tell them to take me with them all the time.

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