The first member of my new home I met was "Tige" - a Spotted Oriental and quite the boss might I add. He forced me into the laundry and every time I put my head past the door, he swiped me back in. I couldn't wait to grow bigger and give him, and show him my "south paw" boxing style.
After meeting Tige, I had some good "tucker" and rested. I was just pleased to be hidden away from those cats, I just kicked back, relaxed and slept until the next meal and play time. Don't ya just hate those "camera clicky" mother types? Is nothing sacred?
THAT DARN CAT
After a few days I had looked around and found this place and with a little help (ok lots of help) I settled in for a bit of peace - but that DARN Tige said I had to get off ( I would like to give him a piece back ) Up until now, L'il Magic (his Silver Spotted Oriental mate, and Queen Squeak, a big ball of fluff, only hissed, but chasing them probably didn't help the United Animal Relationship Treaty Organisation.
That old cliche if the shoe fits - chew it, suits me perfectly. Something to grow into I thought. Pink was not my chosen color, but at this stage I was just happy to chew, and besides the shoe was old and just the right size for me. This of course I intended to change by growing a little more.
Well being outside is good, away from them cats, but a puppy needs a bit of a sleep, but getting into my box posed one very itsy bitsy problem. My legs weren't long enough. A few small steps fixed that problem until I grew them legs a bit, and I had my doggy manhood to think of, and although pride cometh before a fall, steps cometh before self castration. ( an old doggy saying that has run in the family for years!!!)
Why do they do it? Them humans have to make everything seem so big for us baby pups, especially things like collars. Everyone of the human species seems to think they are necessary for attaching something called "leads" to when we go for a walk. What is a lead? I hope it's not one of those short pieces of leather that will stop me from running ahead and checking out the puddles. Can a pup chew a "lead" ? and can you play with them? If not, I don't want one. This is the picture that I submitted for centerfold in the May issue of "Play Pup". . All them gal pups will be impressed I am sure.
PLAY TIME - Sometimes I think I must have been a duck in my previous life. I love my water bowl and learned that it's not just for drinking but for putting my tennis ball into. It's kind of like bobbing for apples. Because I was still a puppy I was give a training frisbee.....yeh, kinda like a training bra until I got bigger jaws (now I sound like a shark) Roll on puberty.
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