Thursday, January 25, 2001
It's really funny to watch my parents give the cats catnip. It's kinda yummy, but it doesn't do much for me. They scold me when I try to snarft it. Natasha doesn't care for it much, but she's kinda old. It makes Caligula really playful. He'll chase those mice toys for hours after embibing. And it makes Persephone weird. She just sits and rolls in it and gets really snippy. Then she'll just sit and not do anything. What a nip head. I think she needs counselling, like a nip treatment program.
Tuesday, January 23, 2001
Mom's sparkly paintings talk to me. I stare at them and spin around on the futon and bark. They make weird things happen in my brain. I feel weird.
I was a very bad dog this morning...and that's all I have to say about that.
Wednesday, January 17, 2001
Yesterday afternoon mom went downstairs to feed those mysterious little swimmy slimy alien things she keeps in a big glass rectangle in the unfinished bedroom downstairs. They get really tasty food though...I can smell it and it's wonderful. She forgot and left Caligula in the room when she left, and closed the door behind her. She went back upstairs to work. Several hours later, Dad came home and I went over to the bedroom door and stood there to let him know about Caligula. He was so glad I told him and praised me and told me what a smart dog I am. I wish he would've given me a treat...
Saturday, January 13, 2001
Hey, I think there's a new puppy next door...the people who moved in this summer must have gotten a puppy! There's dogs on all sides of me...now both next door neighbors and the neighbor across the alley all have dogs. More things to bark at.
Mom touched up my blue nail polish last night. I'm a pretty boy now.
Friday, January 12, 2001
Oh boy, the neighbor lady across the alley gave me and Hieronymus each a pig ear! Mom and dad NEVER get us these, in fact, mom looked a little disgusted by the sight of them until she saw how happy I was. Hieronymus didn't want his, so I took it. I could fit both of them in my mouth at once. It made mom and dad crack up. They sure are tasty. I saved one of them and put it behind the love seat for later on.
Thursday, January 11, 2001
I'm a sad dog today. Uncle Tim came over last night and petted Hieronymus the entire time and kept throwing toys for me to chase...I think he wanted me to leave him alone. Then I heard him whispering to mom that Hieronymus and his brother's German Shepherd are his favorite dogs. Just for that, I won't play nice next time.
Wednesday, January 10, 2001
I like the days that dad goes to work early. Although I don't get to snuggle with him like on the days he has off (he'd sleep until noon if mom didn't nag him), I do enjoy my breakfasts better when he's at work early. Mom feeds me then, and she puts a little bit of the soft food that smells so good in gravy format in my bowl. Dad just feeds me the hard chunks. Sometimes I tip the bowl over in protest and don't even eat for him. But mom is a softie and gives in. Don't tell dad, ok?
Tuesday, January 09, 2001
I'm quite proud of myself. Today I removed the squeaker from the weiner dog chew toy that grandma got for me. Dad threw it away though...said he was afraid I'd swallow it. Yeah, like as if.
Wednesday, January 03, 2001
Mom's not as angry at her computer tonight. She said she got a new mouse, but I can't smell it or anything.
Tuesday, January 02, 2001
Lookie! It's another Hieronymus-shaped dog, Boris! And he's got himself a blog. I wonder if there are any other dogs out there with blogs?
Mom is cussing at the computer. She didn't want to eat dinner downstairs. She ate it in front of the computer and cussed at it. (The computer, not dinner...only Hieronymus does *that*.) Then she kicked all us guys, me, dad, Hieronymus, Caligula, downstairs. What did I do? I know I was a good dog. I'm so confused!