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Friday, September 9, 2011

Ruff Ruff . . .

Okay, I don't really sound like that, I just thought it would be funny to pretend I'm a big fuzzy dog.

My Mom has been CRANKY this week. So I've had a few accidents . . . the truth is, I do it on purpose when I'm mad at her. Yep, I admit it. She hasn't played with me very much and she's always frowning. How can she frown at ME??? I'll try to do better, cause I don't want her to frown.

We have this new big thing in my room. I think I heard them call it a sofa, what ever that means. I do like it though. I can't get up on it by myself, which really bugs me, but I love to run and play on it. I fell off the other day and it scared me half to death. It hurt too! I'm okay, but man it was scary. I like to get on the tallest part but sure don't want to fall off that.



I know, I'm having a bad hair day. Mom says I'm gonna get a bath today, which I hate, but maybe it will help my hair. She will probably start trimming again, whatever that means. All I know is the last time she did that, I ended up bald. I'm still having anger issues over that one.

Well, time to snooze. Been up since early this morning. See ya!

B

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