Random Musings and Nicknacks

It’s really weird not having her around the house. Daddy’s tried to explain to me what’s happened, and I understand kind of. After all if my mommy were in trouble I would help her as much as I could!

Daddy seems to be keeping things running in the house – watching him I can see how much she does for us all the time! But I can see he misses her almost as much as I do. Every night I try to convince him it would be better to sleep in the guest room with me, and I’m surprised – usually he says no, but ever since she went on her trip, he’s been saying yes a lot too. I think he feels that being in a room all by himself seems strange.

He also keeps giving me hugs and kisses, and whispering in my ear “don’t worry, she’ll be home soon”. I know that, but I think he likes to remind himself too.

Today he asked me to try something. He says I always have too much energy, and it would be nice if I could send some to her. So I’m going to squeeze my eyes shut while sleeping, and see if I can spend as much time as I can thinking about her. Maybe some of those good thoughts will get over there for my mommy and help her, like she’s helping her mommy.

I’m close, so close. Another couple of days and I’ll have completely ripped this indignity off my head, and I’ll be able to scratch like any self respecting dog.

For a long time I have tried to convince people that I am an abused puppy, and finally I have the proof! They have even admitted to it!

Here is what happened.
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Mommy was so nice to me yesterday! After she left for work in the morning, I realized she had left a gift for me (of course it was a gift, it was sitting right there, and nobody else wanted it).

There was an entire soup bowl full of gravy on the counter. She’s so nice.

I wanted to be just as nice, because daddy was still sleeping upstairs, so I drank it as quietly as I could, and left it on the counter. Unfortunately I rattled the dish just a little bit before I was completely done, and woke daddy up. Then he got mad at me (he’s so cranky when he wakes up, not nice like mommy).

He ran downstairs and told me I was a bad dog, so I tried to show him how nice I was, I gave him back some of the gravy, so he could have some! I actually offered him some of my own present, from my own stomach, and he just threw it out!

I’ll never understand him

I’m so proud of myself.

And they will never know what I did.

(I’m not talking about the keys)

–Punky

I’ve been unfairly maligned. I need to tell what really happened.

Mommy and Daddy just don’t understand how hard it is, when you are lying there, your tummy is completely empty, and you can’t even remember the last time you were fed [ed note: Punky, it was 10 minutes earlier]. They had totally forgotten about me. I tried to be a good boy, I tried to remind them. I went to my food dish and knocked it around to remind them it was empty. I went to the food door and barked and whined there to remind them where it was.

But they are mean. They ignored me. They would rather let their poor puppy starve to death than take care of him.

So there I was, a completely empty tummy. It had been so long since my last meal that I couldn’t even remember it, and I had no idea when the next one was coming — it could be never!

So I had to take action to prevent a pup-icide. I was good, I didn’t touch the food on the table, that belongs to people. But food is on the counter because nobody has claimed it yet, right?

So I just took a bit, just enough to ensure I didn’t die of starvation.

They’re just so mean, they starve me half-to-death and never even think about it. They keep all the good stuff for themselves.

What else was I supposed to do?

Tim’s eating popcorn, and he’s sitting on the floor. This is my chance.

RUN!

Mommy and daddy are really messy eaters! I didn’t realize this before, but now I’ve noticed little yummy pieces keep falling off the table when they are eating!

I always used to get *so* mad when they sat down to eat, why don’t they ever invite me! I’d try to let them know they had forgotten about me. I would go to the magic door and beg and pound, and then if they still ignored me I would go to the back door and pretend I had to go out. If they ignored me it was my duty to ensure they didn’t enjoy dinner!

But that was before I found out the secret — that they are so messy. I think I didn’t notice before because I was always somewhere else.

So now I know better — as soon as they sit down to eat I crawl under the kitchen table and lie there so quietly, not making any noise, waiting for that piece of yummy to fall.

I’m so smart, they don’t realize how they’re being used.

– Punky

I can’t believe Tim left me! I can’t believe Tim left me! I’m SOOO MAD! I can’t believe Tim … hey, Mommy and Daddy’s door is open, I wonder what’s in there.

Ooh, up there on the dresser is that old yellow dog Daddy likes, I want it! <thunk> <thunk> Hmm, its so hard to get <thunk> <thunk> Ahh, there it is … now to be very careful picking it up because Daddy will stuff me and put me up there if I hurt Kye.

Now what to do.

Hmmm

Ooooh, I can jump up and sleep in their bed, and nobody can stop me! <clunk> I’m the ruler of the house now! Hahahah!

Ohh, this feels so nice and warm and comfortable. No wonder they always steal it from me. I’m just going to cuddle up with Kye and sleep here for a little bit. Then I’ll leave and nobody will know. The perfect crime. zzzzzz.

Oh no! That’s Tim at the door already! How long did I sleep, I’ve got to get out fast!

Well, I realize it now. Mom and dad hate me. They never want me to have fun.

Let me tell you a story … I used to think they really liked me. Last winter we had some storms come through, with lots of wind and snow. One of the things they did was knock down some really large branches from the tree in the front of the house.

This was a really good thing … (more…)