The beginning of the tale of my tail.

Puppy report for Wednesday, April 11.

I kinda hurt my tail on Sunday. Kit and my dads noticed that I wasn't wagging normally after Sunday.

Saturday was OK, but I didn't get to play alot. When my dads packed me up for the beach, I hopped in Blackjack, and we headed to Fort Fun, but then water started falling out of the sky. I was sad about the beach, but I don't like it so much when the skywater falls on me. At least got a nice long walk from Daddy Michael (DM). And later in the day, Daddy Bobby (DB) played with me outside. I love DB.

Sunday was great. My dads took me to Fort Fun, and I played fetch at the beach for over two hours. That's much longer than normal. Not too many interesting dogs though. I was more interested in fetching. And when I fetched good, I got REAL liver. Not the freeze-dried stuff. DM made real liver for me. YAY. He loves me alot. Real liver beats out other dogs, no question.

After we got home, I was sleeping in the yard, and then Biggie came out to play. Biggie is smaller than me. But I'm careful. DB let me out to play, but something smelled good. I went over to sniff, and decided to roll in a great-smelling pile of doodoo. Got it all over my neck. YAY.

But then my dads took me to the PetExpress for a bath. I don't like it there so much, but they make me go sometimes. My dads are nice to me and all, but I'd just rather be stinky. They try to bribe me so I'll be happier, but I won't eat treats in that tub. At least my dads buy me things afterwards, so I don't mind going through the motions.

Anyway, I'm not sure, but I think they're slipping pills into those yummy chewy liver treats. Maybe it's aspren (bufferd). My dads know I feel much better now, 'cause I'm wagging at 90% and knocking them in the face when they watch tv. I love doing that.

Kit's here!!!! Gotta go...