Life in New York City can be tough, even for a dog. Just when you think you have it all figured out, life throws you a curve ball. Mine came in the shape of a fluffy little black puppy named Damon. Read about our adventures and watch us grow up together!
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
An interesting situation
So if you hadn't noticed I took a little bit of time off from my blog. Why is that you may ask? Well I was starting to get real comfortable. The weekend day trips, the long hours sleeping on the bed, frequent trips to the dog park — these things can really wear on a dog's time. Truth be told I was getting comfortable and I was about to release videotape of my first birthday when something happened.Damon.You may not know it but there has been an addition to my house. I was all sacked out on the couch one night when there came a rapping on my door. The big ones answered it nd this long-haired, smooshed-face, shorty of a (I think) a dog came waddling in.I just sat back and let him look around, thinking he would leave soon, but soon he came up to me and started biting my legs, "How Rude," I said to him. But that did not stop him and he kept doing it. So I did what I had learned in my obedience classes and took myself out of the situation, but he did not leave.In fact 10 minutes later when the second group of big ones left, he was still there. Then that night, he was there and he cried the whole time. I just couldn't shake him.
So now I never get any privacy, when I am on the couch he wants on the couch and when I am eating he wants my food. He even plays with the underwear that I was about to steal from the hamper.
And you want to know the worse part about it? He is even now dressing like me.
I'm a toy poodle from Nebraska living in New York City. I love chew toys, treats, and attention of any kind. About a year ago I got a brother named Damon. He's a Peek-a-Poo, which I think means pain in the butt. And he's bigger than me. Hmph.
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