Careers

Hi Guys,

I want to thank each of you for reading my blog and sending me your comments. It is fun to hear from you. I have been reading your information and I am fascinated by all the different interests and careers you have. Because I am underage, I am still pretty much unemployed except for my position here as Chief of Security. This takes up much of my time since the invasion. (See earlier blogs.) Now I have a new thing to worry about—birds. Inasmuch as I am not a bird dog, this makes it even more difficult for me. When I first moved here back in December there were no birds at all. Then a few came and now there seems to be thousands! I don’t know where they all came from. I am way out-numbered!! I am doing my best to keep them under control, off my deck and out of my yard, but it seems as though I am falling further and further behind. Soon after I chase some, more come. And these are just the birds! I didn’t even get to the squirrels and bunnies yet. I am almost overwhelmed. Between the birds and the invaders, I am exhausted and I am worried about getting an ulcer. Do any of you out there have this same problem? If you do, please let me know how you cope with it.

Because of all this, I am looking to change careers. I have been giving some thought to what I want to be when I grow up. Some of you have great jobs! Like Axel, who is an entertainer and Maggie who is in law enforcement. (Is this similar to Chief of Security?) Butchy and Snickers are Dog Fashion Models! Wow!! Oscar Airedale is in Sports or Recreation. (Sounds like a lot of fun.) Gus is a consultant. Toto is a doggie model and Isabella is in Human Resources. But I like Wee Wiggly’s job the best. He is a Napoleonic Dictator! Now that’s what I want to be!

Invaders, Part 5

After all that hard work trying to keep out these strange invaders, look who showed up now!!! A purple people eater, perhaps?

But I got him, right where it hurts!

OOPS

Sorry for the mess up on the Invaders series below. The program would not insert them in the blog in the order that I wanted. Please try to read them in reverse, from Part 1 to Part 4, which is actually backwards on the blog. Thank you for your patience.

Koobuss (I'm still new at blogging.)

Invaders, Part 4

And finally there is this. I'm not fooled though. I know it's the sweeper (which I hate) in disguise. We really don't have a maid, unless you count mom.

Invaders, Part 3

Next there were these two.

Invaders, Part 2

Then there came the two sets of twins: Peter C. T. and Jack R. (I think Jack is drunk) and Betty and Bonnie Bunny. Betty doesn't look too happy if you ask me.

Invaders, Part 1

Here I am on patrol protecting my property from the weird species that has invaded our house over the weekend. You can see how serious I am about this.


This guy was the first to arrive. All he does is talk. He says dumb things like "Spring has sprung". No kidding. And "It's time for an Easter egg hunt." Who hunts eggs? I'm a fox terrier. I hunt foxes.

Besides, I think those eggs are fake.

Continued in Part 2

Contemplation

Sometimes I think that there are too many demands placed on puppies. Think about it. It seems like almost every day I lose at least one tooth and I don't like that at all. I also have "nose" trouble. Everytime I want to do something really fun I hear a lot of "nos". For instance: Even though I have plenty of toys, what I really like chewing on is the wooden fame of the patio door. My mother does not like this. Then I wanted to chew the power cord to the laptop and she didn't like that either. She also doesn't want me to chew her clothes or shoes. There is no pleasing this woman. Whenever I want to chew something really good, they stick one of those dumb toys in my mouth or a bully stick. I am so sick of bully sticks. I've already had four of them!

I can't wait to roll in the mud, but I've heard that if I do that then I will have to get one of those four letter words -- a bath (shudder). I crawled in the shower once with my mother. My feet and head got wet and I got out of there as fast as possible! I've heard that when you get a bath your whole body gets wet. (Aghhhhh!!) Is that true? If it is, I'll have to leave town before that dreaded day finally arrives.

Snow

I love snow! When I first saw it I thought it was the greatest thing going. It is soft, it is cold, it is pretty. What could be better? I love to play in it, to romp in it, to eat it (except for the yellow variety.) Snow banks are my favorite! I climb to the top of them and look around. From there I can see up and down the street. I feel like the world is mine!

Now the snow is gone and I don't know where it went. Every time I go outside I look for it and all I see is wet grass, mud, and puddles. Mud looks like it could be a lot of fun though, and I already like the puddles. But I still miss the snow. There is nothing for me now to climb up on and look around the neighborhood. I guess I'll just have to get used to being on ground level all the time.

They tell me that as I get older I won't like snow as much as I do now, that snow won't be as exciting for me then as it is now, and that I won't want to play in it anymore because it will be too cold and I won't like getting wet. I hope they are wrong.

Maturity is no fun at all.

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