What room? We were in the yard! At this point, my understanding of the Peoplish language was pretty crummy, but I could tell she wasn’t happy with me.
The littlest person (her name is Jawjaw) was complaining and grumbling because she said I was going to mess up her room. I’d been hoping for a treat or two and was even trying out my best puppy-dog eyes on the oldest one, but so far it hadn’t worked. I looked up at the three different-sized ladies and tried to figure out what they were thinking about. It seemed to go on forever and was very confusing. Later, though, we were just waiting around for something, I guess… or someone. I had to concentrate really hard so I didn’t pee on the seats with happiness.
Mom-Lady had collected me from the shelter earlier that day, and it was all SO EXCITING! She bought me a new green collar with a jingly tag on it, and I got to ride up front in one of those moving people-boxes on wheels. Just not in the same way that humans might. IT’S TRUE! We always have, ever since the DAWN OF DOG… all the way back to the time of the cavepeople and their saber-toothed terriers… In case you didn’t know, all canines keep diaries. That’s what princesses locked in towers, or grandmoos and grand-paws get up to, right? You may also be wondering why on earth I would be keeping a journal. You’re sitting there, wrinkling up your forehead as we speak, saying “A dog’s diary?” to yourself and picturing my furry little paws typing away at a computer or scribbling in a notebook. In this book, you’ll find the story of my life so far with my brand-new family, and it’s a HUMDINGER! Yep… shiny-nosed… licky-tongued… floppy- eared… bow-wow-woof-woof… and you’re holding my daily doggy diary in your five fingery digits.Ĭonsider yourself extremely lucky, my person-pal.
If you hadn’t guessed already, I’m a dog. My name is Junior-hello! Or should I say, HERROOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW? But for you, my non-furry reader, I’ll make an exception. We usually prefer to take a polite sniff of each other’s butts and-HEY PRESTO!-we’ve got all the information we need. Us pooches don’t normally bother with things like that. I should probably start this story the way you humans like to, with an introduction. That’s how it was when I met mine, and OH BOY do I have a great pet. The happiest moment of a mutt’s life, when you see your pet human for the first time, and you know instantly that you’re going to be BEST FRIENDS forever.
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