Sunday the 6th, Day 107:

It has been SUCH a tiring day! You cannot even begin to imagine the adventures I have had!

Let me tell you about a little of it!

It started when Pa bought me the BIGGEST rawhide bone I have ever seen.

You see, when they first brought me home, I had a little... uhm... /problem/ about rawhide.

Whenever I had rawhide, I would gaurd it like it was a diamond encrusted bone or something- then I would eat the whole thing, and barf it back up again. ...uhm. I even gaurded the barf. (hey! It was still good!)

So Pa brought home a BIG rawhide bone, and he gave it to me to gnaw on.

Oh yummieness and JOY.

Rapture!

BLISS!!!

...then it was bedtime.

Pa wanted to pick UP the rawhide, so that I did not eat it ALL, and barf it back up.

I thought- hey! this would be a good time for that evil word: YET.

I said, quite clearly, "No, I am not done with this rawhide bone YET."

Pa, not speaking fluent Rottweiler, heard only a menacing growl.

This did not go over well.

The word YET, is apparently a human-only domain. *sigh*

I don't exactly know what /happened/ though.... I was so very serious- I kept one paw on it... but somehow, between Pa and Dad, they DID something- they distracted me.

One minute, I was trying to make my mowf say "NO, not YET" and the next... I was eating my dinner.

Then it occurred to me, as I was licking my bowl clean...

WAIT!!!

I LEFT MY RAWHIDE!!!

I looked everywhere for it. *SOB*

It WAS right on the carpet by my house! Earlier, it had been IN my house!

Oh my goodness, oh my goodness...

I think I know what happened though.

I do.

You see, there is a terrible evil little white dog that lives in the corner apartment- the one who tries to EAT me whenever I go out to potty?

They're moving out today.

I think she STOLE my rawhide.

Then she moved out of state.

Maybe even out of the country!

You never know...

...maybe she knows, that even if I DO pee on myself when she tries to bite me, and even if I DO run away yelping...

...I would be VERY cross about my rawhide.

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I wonder how come the trash bin in the kitchen smells like my rawhide?

Hmmmmm.....

Big Bertha