Busy Puppy

[by Emily, the puppy]

Dear World,

Wow, what a busy day! I was such a good, hard-working puppy, too: I picked up IND paperwork and fried chicken for Mommy and Daddy, and came home to do two loads of laundry. Then I fixed Mommy's horrible chapter, and told her all my brilliant ideas for the new series she stole off Daddy. Of course, I couldn't type it up (because I'm just a little puppy), but Mommy has to do something to earn her keep, doesn't she? Lazy Mommy.

She must be the laziest Mommy in the world, but she's lucky she has Busy Puppy to take care of her. Mommy says I'm so hard-working, I must take after my Uncle Shaggy.


love,

Emily Puppy.


ps. What's Child Labor Laws?

Third Time's the Charm

Emily's test driving her beddy for the third time (after peeing in it twice yesterday). I stuffed it in her crate to see if she won't wet it if it's the bed.

[Froggy had it coming. He looked at me funny, Mommy]

[ETA] Emily peed on her new fluffy bed for the THIRD time, which was in her crate this time. And 5 minutes after refusing to pee when I took her outside.

Oi oi. *mommy headaches*

Bed Hunter

The great hunting dogs of yore have brought down mammoths and tigers. Emily attacks her new beddy:



What you don't see here: 10 minutes later, she christened it with pee. She's a classified hunter/pee-er.

[ETA] 5 hours after she'd peed in her new beddy, Emily got it back, freshly washed, then dried fluffy on the radiator. She enjoyed it for 5 minutes, after which she prompty peed in it again.

Mommy: OI!

The amazing flying puppy

Evidently, Emily thinks removing her ovaries was meant to make her lighter for air travel.

When we came home, H.'s leftover slice of cake, sitting high up on the kitchen table, was GONE, and a doggy munch left on the rest of the pound cake. We can only assume that Emily learned how to fly.

(or she jumped on the chair, then up on the table, ate the cake, knocked a magazine to the floor, and jumped back down, innocently wagging her tail to greet us in the hall)

[Let her eat Cake]

- well, she'd already gnawed at it, anyway.

- and yes, she's eating pound cake, lying on Mommy's (faux) fur jacket, after she'd had 2 breakfasts already out of her Koryo celadon doggy bowl.

Post Surgery, Day 7

A whole week has gone by since Emily got spayed, and the changes have been unexpected.

First, Emily peed on her two red sofa cushions. Then once on the floor. And did a poo, too. Goodbye perfect potty training.

Second, she's started BARKING at me, very loudly and persistently, to pay attention to her. Bratty Mc Brat.

Third, and she's gotten a lot faster too, running around like a scuttling crab.

Fourth, she flies in the face of authority and leaps up on the sofa and coffee table while I'M IN THE ROOM (instead of sneaking around to do it when I'm not).

All in all, the wishful thinking that she might get calmer: DASHED. Definitely not a slower dog.

Then again, the spaying coincided probably with the onset of puberty.