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Published on October 10, 2006 By dharmagrl In Pets & Nature

A lot has happened since I last wrote.  First of all, my momma and The Big Guy got another dawg.  They call her a boxer, but I've never seen her get into boxes like that cat does, so I really don't know why she's called that.  I still hate that cat.  But whatever.  This new dawg is called Greasy....no, that's not right.  Gracie.  That's it.  Gracie.  She looks like her mother dropped her on her face because her nose is all smushed up and it causes her to snore and snort and it's not all long and pointy like my snout is. 

At first I thought that this new dawg was going to be trouble, but as it turns out she's really pretty cool.  She's got some BIG issues with gas, which I didn't like much because I was getting blamed for her farts at first, but then she did a really noisy one and my momm and The Big Guy figured out that it was Greasy, I mean Gracie, who was doing them so they stopped blaming me, which was good. 

I've taught her how to do crackerdawg and she does that real well.  I've learned that crackerdawg is WAAAAAYYYY more fun  when you've got someone to do it with, and Greasy and I do it a lot.  Like every day. Man, when she does crackerdawg, she moves the COUCH!!  She jumps on it and it slides across the floor and then my momma yalls GREASY!  YOU CRACKHEADED DAWG!!! and then Greasy has to go in her crate to calm down.

 I've also taught her to hate that sucky thing that my momma uses on the carpet. I just bark at it, but Greasy BITES it!!!!!  When my momma get the sucky tube thing out and uses it between the cushions of the couch Greasy goes CRACKERDAWG in a BIG way...but what's really funny is when her chops get sucked up in the tube!!!!!!  I about peed on the floor because I was laughing so hard! Actually, I pee on the floor when I'm not laughing too.....

Having another dawg around is kind of convienient.  I can do stuff and Greasy gets the blame.  Except for pooping, that is.  My momma says she knows when it's Greasy that's pooped because it would be physically impossible for me to have done a poop that size, and it's true - Greasy does some BIG poops.  But I can chew stuff up and Greasy gets the blame, so it's all good. 

Yeah, I'm pretty happy to have this other dawg in my house.  She's alright, is Greasy.  Not what I expected at all.

Now if we could just un-scrunch her snout.....


Comments
on Oct 10, 2006
Good to hear from you again Henry!  Glad you are teaching Greasy, errr I mean Gracie your tricks.
on Oct 10, 2006

Glad you are teaching Greasy, errr I mean Gracie your tricks

I am, but she's got a few of her own.  She helps me chase the cat, you know.  I only gots little legs and I can't get to high places, but Greasy can reach up realy high so she can get to that cat when she jumps up on the table and the computer desk and on the window sills.  In fact, Greasy being tall has worked out pretty well for me.  Like that cat's food, she helps me to get that.  My momma feeds that cat on the kitchen table in the mornings whilst she's reading the news and drinking coffee.  Sometimes she forgets to move that cat's dish and goes off to take a shower or get dressed so the food's sitting there and I can smell it and it smells WAAAAY better than my food does.  Before Greasy came I couldn't get the food because I couldn't reach, but now that she's here....that food's ours for the taking!  I tell Greasy that she can have some of it if she gets it down for me so she gets her front feet up on the table and knocks that cat's food down and we both eat it.  Then my momma comes back and sees what we've done and says 'you naughtynaughtynaughty dawgs!' and waggles her finger at us and then we both have to go into our crates for a bit because we've been bad and stole that cat's food.  I hate that cat.  Sometimes I hate that cat so much that I  go pee on the garbage can just to show my momma how much I hate that cat.  She doesn't get it and thinks I'm being naughtydawg but I'm not.  I just don't like that cat.  At all.  And I have to let that anger out somehow!

 

on Oct 10, 2006

Henry, let the anger outside.  You are not mad at your momma or dad.  Dont make them suffer.  Got mark the cats spots!

I am glad you and Greasy are a team!  Sounds like your mom really likes that one.  Dont worry about the smashed nose.  She smellls without the long snout!  And she loves you!

not all Cats are evil!  I will post a note from Sally.  She llikes everyone, including dawgs!  She just wants to play.    NO spikey (her momma clips them), so as long as you like to play, she will be your friend!

You are a GOOD dawg!  Keep posting!  Sally and I enjoy your stories! (Mrowwww).  That was Sally.

on Oct 12, 2006
What a funny dawg you are Henry. You made me laugh hard. I am a little disappointed you don't like cats. Not all cats are useless. In fact, if you get to know them, I think you'll find there is not a great deal of difference, except for the claws, the voice, the tail, the... Oh, okay, there are a lot of differences. For the most part, they're as cool as dogs.

Great post, Henry. I look forward to your next one.
on Oct 12, 2006
Yay, Henry! Good to hear from you again. Don't forget to post some more pics of you and Greasy. I mean, Gracie.