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What silkies do all day

• One. Dig a hole in a box
• Two. Put your Squeak in a box.
• Three. Lay an egg in the box.

Caker one-nine, caker one-nine, I’ve got my ears on.

Please change my name  from “TenderFeetz” to “Scabby Callous Needs Fungicide”

-feetz

1 Fox down, 19 to go!

Hello, world, here the song that we’re singin’
C’mon get happy!
A whole lot of lovin’ is what we’ll be bringin’
We’ll make you happy!

We had a dream, we’d go travelin’ together,
We’d spread a little lovin’ then we’d keep movin’ on.
Somethin’ always happens whenever we’re together
We get a happy feelin’ when we’re singing a song.

Trav’lin’ along there’s a song that we’re singin’
C’mon get happy!
A Whole lot of lovin’ is what we’ll be bringin’
We’ll make you happy!
We’ll make you happy!
We’ll make you happy!

Lately the monkeys seem obsessed with removing lumpy things from us dogs. Icky got two and I got three, and now we have stitches and have had to eat extra treats twice a day for a week. I think the vet is a vampire, too…she keeps taking my blood. But the really scary thing is last time we went to see her, we were in the truck and suddenly these huge black spidery arms started making large scary arm motions across the windshield! Over and over! I kept trying to escape behind mom’s legs but dad kept stopping me. I sure hope they take care of that before we go to get our stitches out!

It’s this thing we have. This Italian thing.

We have a new game, the monkeys and I. I greet them with the beehive:
and they yell “Oh bee-HIVE!” and they try to take it away while I growl and maybe even bark, then they get it, throw it, and I go get it, and we start over. It’s good! I found out I can act up and the other dogs won’t attack me.

Oh great. It’s bad enough there were only five of us left. Now we have to compete with this:

There’s something weird going on around here. I have been here for almost 5 YEARS and I don’t get to go out off leash, but that little greyhound sausage gets to run around. She totally wastes the opportunity, too, by not running off into the woods.

I have entered into a symbiotic relationship with Cupcake. I tell her when meals are due and she make sure she is nearby when I get my shots/snacks; she promises to spit out at least half her dry food on the floor so I can eat it. It seems to be working well. If I run around near her feet while she eats she spits out even more!

I found out something really cool about snacks around here. Twice a day, Grep has to get a needle stuck in her. Immediately after, she gets a snack! I found out if I am nearby every time she gets the needle in the butt, I get a snack too! And I don’t even get a shot! Grep is a great food detector. Now I know if she’s barking or otherwise not sleeping, I should be looking for a meal to be handed down soon.

We are sad to report a fox got Hennie, Big Bird, Grubby, and GrayBob 2. We thought the fox was like those little dogs that come around that just sniff our butts and herd us into the coop. We would like to register a complaint with the landlords. We would also like to formally request that nobody get named GrayBob in the future.

We have decided that we are better off roosting at the highest parts of the coop that we can get to. That is, those of us who can fly. All you chubby cochins with the stubby wings can have the nest boxes. Bawwwwwkkkk! Also, when not in the coop, we think the larger of the monkeys is an ideal roosting place. Not only does he have lots of room on his shoulders and head, but he has a lot of hair to nest in. Tiny would like to say she stuck her head entirely through his ponytail and found it to be ideal nesting material, while Gus has claimed a shoulder. Nappy and Roadrunner are in a dispute over the head.

IgotoneIgotoneIgotone! Under the blue tree with all the sharp needles! Mom made me drop it but I already killed it! (Too bad I didn’t get to taste it, it was young and tender…) Next time I’m not gonna show her at all.

They’re after me, man, they’re after me:

We’ve voted to change Rusty’s name to Randy.

… you figure it out.

-bawk

Nothing beats a kiddie pool in the summer!

Today I was minding my own business hoovering hamburger gravy off a plate when all of a sudden Cupcake nipped at my ears. Fortunately I managed to clean the plate anyway. I learned back in Peanut’s day not to stop eating just because I had a few holes in my ears. Anyway they didn’t even bleed, I think she was just trying to scare me off. Hah! Shows what she knows, it’d take more than her little teeth to stop me eating…even Sobe can’t scare me off a plate.

Hey, I didn’t know I wasn’t supposed to bite the other dogs when we were eating off the same plate. Guess Aunt Erica will know next time she needs to separate us when we eat. I’m used to being an only dog, not sharing–so far as I knew, Grep was stealing MY hamburger morsel.

Today I finally opened my mouth and barked at Erica while she was doing dishes. She was so startled she looked behind her to see if something was looking in the window. I just wanted some more hamburger gravy…

We got to go on a long walk to Great Aunt Nancy’s. I’m starting to run and walk faster now, but I think I’d better stick with the monkeys…I could get lost up here in the country.