So I’m not a whitetail deer hunter but Mom said that I gotta wear a vest when I’m outside at the new house.  She said it’s DANE. GERM. US. for me to be there without day-glo orange on. I bet Twinkie isn’t wearing orange, or Daisy (well, maybe Daisy does wear orange, she’s kinda weird like that), but Prince Otto, he ain’t wearing no hunting vest that much I know.

day glo orangeAnyway, my vest is on and I’m ready for action.  You won’t catch me tip-toeing through the woods like the Maine whitetail deer but you can tell by these pictures that I do bound and leap like them deer do.

See?!  Ain’t I purty?

here I come

getting closer

almost

I have all the room to run and Dad and Mom are borrowing the Lady’s lazy tool for throwing.  It seems kind of slack to me but they think it’s cool, so I let them use it.  I’m even helping them out by dropping the tennis ball when I see Mom raise her arm with the lazy tool in it.

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Mom and Dad can’t help it if they’re lazy. It’s who they are.  It’s not like they are a reflection of me, right?  On the other hand, I think I did see a reflection of me.  I got to this new house (no more Twinkie cat) and I go running up the entry way stairs with my Power Tail wagging, I immediately notice that The Lady has bought me oodles of chewy, hairy toys.  I’m thinking to myself “YIPPEE, I live with a Goddess!”

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No sooner than I rip one of these pretty little things off the bench and go sliding around the tile floor when …..EEEEEKKKKKK…..there is ME sitting there ten years from now AND, I’m a girl!!!!  When I finally collected myself I took off running around again and DOUBLE EEEKKKKKKK….another me 12 years from now!  And oh man, do I look tired.

I am a girl

Shawn and Sadie aka Old Man Dog and Old Lady Dog

Well, don’t you think that set me back a bit, let me tell you something … it did. I heard Dad snicker at me and Mom laughed right out loud.  I looked at them and said “HEY~ I have feelings, too.” Humans are so mean sometimes.

Now I’m stuck here at this house with an Old Lady Dog and her brother Old Man Dog.  Whatever.  I don’t even pay them any attention.  I do, however, whack them in the face with my Power Tail just to let them know who’s boss.  AND, I had a talk with them, my Mom is MY MOM, not theirs!! They are not to snuggle with her, no sniffing, no nudging, no begging for pats. NOTHING.  She’s my Mom. (They can have Dad.)

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This is not going to be easy. Maybe I’ll take up hunting.

More soon.