(In case anyone doesn't know, Henry is my daschshund - aka weiner dog)

Ok, so like this is what I did today....

First The Big Guy came and knocked on the Little Guy's room and I was sleeping and it scared me and I didn't know who it was so I barked and The Big Guy told me shaddup dawg it's only me.  So then the Little Guy got up and told me to go outside and so I did and I took care of my business and then barked to let them know I was done and The Big Guy said shaddup Henry but he opened the door and I got to come back in.

I went and laid on the little green couch and then my momma came over and kissed the top of my head and told me good dawg and that made me happy so I did the thing that she likes where I sit up and wave my hands around and sing her a song.  She always likes that...sometimes when she's sad and she has this wet stuff leaking out of her eyes I do that and sing to her so she'll smile again.  Most of the time it works and she picks me up and lets me kiss her cheek, but sometimes she doesn't smile and that wet stuff keeps on coming and it makes me sad.

After a while The Big Guy left - he does that a lot.  He always comes back though, so I don't mind.  A couple of days a week he stays home all day and I get to sit with him in his chair.  I like that a lot. 

Then the Little Guy and the Tall Girl and the Littlest Guy left as well.  They do that a lot too, but they always come back so I don't bark or whine when they go. 

Then it was just me and my momma.  She sat on the big green couch and looked at the little black box on her lap.  It's got all these buttons on it that she pushes and then different pictures come on it.  I like it, but she won't let me play with it.  When I get close to it she tells me geddown henry so I do.  I went into the room where they cook and there was a smell coming from the trashcan so I sniffed it and then I lifted my leg on it so that everyone would know it belonged to me, Henry...but momma came in and saw me and she told me I was a naughtydawg and wagged her finger at me and it made me sad and I wanted to cry because I don't like being naughtydawg, I like being gooddawg.  I went and hid behind The Big Guy's chair and thought about what I did for a while and wondered how I could tell everyone that things belonged to me, Henry, without lifting my leg on them.  I still haven't figured it out.

When she was done with the little black box she went into the room with all the white things in it.  One of them is for people to sit on and when they sit on there for a while this smell comes out - I want to go and see what's making the smell but they always tell me go away and The Big Guy throws things at me if I get too close to him when he's sitting there.  It's a shame, really, because he's the one who's on there for the longest and he always makes the best smells.  Anyway, my momma took all her clothes off and got into the box with water running in it and stood under the water and used all this stuff that smells pretty bad.  I don't know why she does it - whenever she gets in there she's just starting to smell good to me and then she goes and makes herself all stinky again.  I just don't get it.

When she was done with getting stinky again she got the thing that makes all the noise and has a light on it out of the closet.  She does it every day....she rolls it to and fro over the carpet and it makes all this noise and I hate it so I always bark at it and try and bite it. She laughs at that.....and I like it when she laughs so I bark even more.

When she put the noisy thing away, the cat came out from where she was hiding.  I like that cat, she's good at getting up on counters and tables and places where I can't reach because my legs are too stumpy and knocking stuff down so's I can get in it.  Today I ran over to her to say hello and she rolled over and stuck me with the spiky things that she's got on the ends of her feets.  I don't like those things, they always make me go what momma calls crackerdawg and I run in circles all over the house trying to get the thought of those spiky things out of my head.  If The Big Guy is home he shouts at me to cutitoutdawg and that sometimes makes me even wilder than I already am and sometimes I have to go into my crate until I can calm down. Today The Big Guy wasn't threre and so I got to do crackerdog all I wanted.....which was a pretty long time.

It tired me out, so I went to sit next to momma but she's got these long sticks in her hands and she's playing with string again.  She does that a lot, and I always want to help but she never lets me.  It must be awfully interesting to play with string and sticks, because she does it a LOT.  Like every day.  Sometimes she does it almost ALL day - but those are the days when The Big Guy is home so that's okay because I have someone else to play with.

I'm tired now.  I'm going to sit on the back of the big green couch next to momma's shoulders out of the way of her string and sticks and I'm going to take a nap.

Bye for now.....