Tag Archives: diary of a dog

I need my space.

I like the little people a lot. They’re a pain sometimes and I just want to get away from them. You’d think they were puppies! Wait, they kind of are, aren’t they? Especially that little one. For something that’s not much bigger than me, she’s pretty rough. The little one is always messing with the [...]

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It feels good.

Speaking of urges. Those slippery, shiny pants the male wears. I. Like. Those. A lot. Feels good. REAL good. People, I can’t help it. I’m a dog. It’s a dog thing. Well, it’s not just a dog thing, I guess. You know what I mean. –Pippin

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It’s because I’m young.

I’m still young. I get these urges. I have all this energy, especially during those long times I’m stuck in that cage during the day. Thanks for giving me more room in there, by the way. Yeah, those urges. I’m young. I’m losing my teeth. It’s very uncomfortable. That’s why I’m chewing all the time. [...]

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I’m a dog.

I have no idea why my people are letting me do this. Encouraging me to do this. I’ve got to admit it’s pretty hard to use the keyboard. But I love my people. Most of the time anyway. And I’ll do what they let me get away with. Getting here was no fun at all. [...]

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