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First entry: Taking my human on vacation.Posted Thursday, July 16, 2009, at 1:06 AM
I got to go on vacation last week and so I got in the back seat of my car and pursuaded my human to drive anywhere he wanted to go (I know you're not supposed to let the human lead but I figured he had a better idea where he was going than I did).
As it turned out, he took me to the dogs that own his parents. Chip is a dachshund-chihuahua mix and Sugar and Cookie are poodles. There was also one of those evil cats, who the humans called "Mama Kitty."
I guess I was lucky I was pre-named at the apartment I used to be in before I adopted my human. Who knows what I could have been stuck with? I suppose I'd have ended up being another food (The others told me they once shared the house with a boxer named Snickers) or saddled with a lame name like "Mama Doggie." Nope, Belle suits me just fine.
One thing about being at the other house was that HUGE back yard we got to run around in. I mean, seriously, like this thing was twice as big as the back yard I have here. And it's fenced so my human couldn't run off as easily. Now if only the other dogs had locked the front door, so he couldn't go out that way -- but he comes back after a while on his own, so I guess I shouldn't worry.
The other thing was the company. I didn't think I'd miss other dogs too much after putting up with all the late-night barking at the apartments. I'm a quiet dog, so I didn't get much sleep there. Those big dogs, like the husky four doors over, made a lot of noise!
But it turned out to be nice to have some other dogs to talk to after a month at my human's house. And since they were family dogs, they didn't have the urge to party like the dogs at the apartments used to do.
But after a week, I needed to come back to Fort Scott. I mean I have some important things to do here like guard the house (The back of the couch by the north living-room window is the most effective place to keep watch) and take my human for walks. So I took him to the car and he drove us home.
It's funny how those other dogs just happened to adopt my human's parents. But it was fun to see his dad cooking my steak and his mom gave me some more toys. And his sister and her pups (Or are human offspring cubs? I have a hard time keeping track.) just also happen to still be around and Chip, Sugar and Cookie let them stay over sometimes, too.
Well, I need to go. I don't want my human to catch me on his computer. He barks at me when I do. But he seems to spend a lot of time on it, so why can't I?
I'm going to go over to the end of the couch and curl up before he comes back. Hope to see you again soon.
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Scott Nuzum's dog has an opinion, too.