So Where Was I?

Oh yes, I was saying how I regretted saying I didn't like being an only child. When I was about seven human years old, my mommy's special friend Bryan brought home these two ugly monkeys, who became my new baby brothers. They weren't really monkeys, though that would have been cool. I could teach them to get stuff for me because they have thumbs.

Anyway, she named them Ben and Jerry, which the people seem to find amusing. I don't get it. What I REALLY didn't like was when I got a baby sister, because I wasn't mommy's little girl anymore. I mean, she says I am, but still. I grew to love her, Tilly I mean. She wasn't so bad. And she's a big doggie who listens when I tell her to get stuff off the counter for me. HAHAHA! My mommy still hasn't figured out how we do that, so we'll just keep it that way.

I stopped paying attention when more doggies came to live with us. Some would stay briefly, because Mommy said it was only until they found their own family, and some stay longer. Whatever. As long as they left me alone, I leave them alone. But it's hard to ignore someone like Brendan. He can be so annoying. But I guess I grew to love him too.

I became an auntie a few months ago because Tilly had babies. They're so adorable. That is, until they became crazy thinking they can just sleep in my bed when they want. I DON'T THINK SO! Luckily, most of them found new people to bug. Except one. Bryan nicknamed him "AJ." He needs to go away soon. I am not particularly fond of him chasing my tail.

Anyway, my mom said Tilly's not having anymore babies because she got spades. Hmm... I guess she won a poker game. God forbid she were to get hearts and then where would we be?

So that's pretty much my life. I need to go for a potty break to work off this lumpia... my mommy had a party and she couldn't resist giving me some people food. Of course! Who could ever resist me?

Life As I Know It

You know what, I just realized I never told you my life story. Better late than never I guess. Maybe that'll help me update this thing more often.

Where should I start. I guess I'll start back as far as I remember... when I was sitting in a corner with my stinky brothers and sisters. People would come visit us randomly and all of them would get all excited, jumping up and down like little mongrels. That's just not my style. So when a lady picked me up among all of them and didn't put me back, I was very relieved. As you probably guessed, that was mommy.

She likes to tell the story of how I was such a good little puppy and slept in the laundry basket from when I got home. I still do.

I was an only child for a really long time. Sometimes, it got boring. But boy do I regret saying that now. Quiet times are hard to come by with crazy dogs like Brendan around. *Yawn* I'm getting tired... I'll continue my story later.