Sunday, June 28, 2009
And in the end. Failure. Growlure. Shame. Back on the leash while Arrow frolicked with the big guy.
Saturday, June 27, 2009
We have no yard. I’ve escaped a few times so the humans fenced in the balcony. Nothing like a little chicken wire to spruce up the place.
And a baby gate blocking the stairs. I think I could get over it. If I really wanted to.
I like to relax and work on my tan out here. I listen to the birds. Sometimes I bark at stuff.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
Instead I’m in therapy. For growling and biting people with wire brushes, and other things like attacking nice big doggies and nipping at a little boy. (I’m sorry)
I have group therapy early in the morning at the dessert doggie park. It’s mostly sand and it smells delicious. We drive there almost every day. Most of the time I am charming and cordial to all the doggies I meet. A real gentledog. Some are my friends now.
Arrow comes along. I even let him sit with me—sometimes. Maybe I’m being TOO nice.