Tales of Ella the Circus Dog
2006-05-16 8:32 PM
Running After the Big Cats.
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Labrador is still walking crooked, but she gets straighter each day. She’s coming up and down the stairs again, too, and I take that as a good sign. We can use good signs. The People threw my Giraffe Ball to me last night, the first time in days, and I ran and ran and ran, and sometimes I closed my eyes and pretended I was in the jungle, running after the big cats. Just for fun. I miss Cat most for fun.
Poodle and me get along great these days. When we’re awake, we tussle and grrrr and play bite, and sometimes we get carried away, but most times, we’re just liking the way we feel together. I remember the day she came into my house. She was all trimmed up like the dogs on television, half bald on her back with a little poofy tail that I wanted to bite. I owned her right away. Now and then she tries to challenge my position, but I’ve been alpha from the start. Poodle is my beta. Oh, you think I don’t know Greek? Just because I am only two and a Chihuahua, Deer doesn’t mean I am stupido, if you know what I mean. My brain only looks small. Labrador’s brain is bigger than mine, but she is old and her light is fading. At night she walks and walks like she can’t sit still. We’re all used to it. And there is more that we will get used to.
Wu-wuu-wuuu!
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