Thursday, December 30, 2010

I Can Help

     Yesterday I helped everybody move Meme's bed in and got Her and Pop situated in their room. Pop doesn't like staying alone, especially at night. Meme takes good care of Pop although He is occasionally quite demanding. Pop is cool and He pats me on the head and calls me big boy.I help look after Pop, too.
     Actually I do lots of things around here. If I find any trash any where I bring it up to the house where someone can throw it away. I would throw it away but I have no thumbs and I can't open the trash can. If I could, then I could just take the trash out of the can every day for Dad to pick up and I wouldn't have to search for it. I bark at the woods on a regular basis. I'm not letting those trees get any closer. I keep all my brothers and sisters occupied also. Have I told you about them?
     Let's see... There's Siddah...she's the big one. She's bigger than me. I think somebody was mean to her when she was little. She has issues.
     Then there's Scooby. He's old and has no teeth. He bit me the other day and I was like: "Whatever".He's cool though. He lives to see Pop.Did I mention he likes to sleep in closets?
     And poor old Rugby.He hurts and grumbles all the time and he must be at least a hundred years old. He's tough though. He sleeps right under the stars and sometimes wakes up with a glistening coat of ice on his back. I expect that Rugby will die soon. He's not afraid of it. I think he used to be a cowboy. Or a Marine. His brother, BJ was the same way, I hear. RIP, BJ.
     Barney is another one of my brothers. He's small and furry and acts like a hyper furby.  He likes me though and we play ball together.  He bites at my feet to make me chase him and then we roll around in the yard until we are both tired.  He was sitting next to a brick in the yard a few days ago looking sad at it and he told me it was his brother named Bailey that tried to catch a car and lost.  I think he cried a little when he said that Bailey was the only other dog that would ever play with him.  
     And Trixie. Dad calls her Mexico. She doesn't like me very much, or anybody for that matter. She hates kids and puppies but loves her human family. She barks a lot and that makes Dad mad but when I try to talk to her she bites me on my nose. Sometimes she wears clothes like a human. I don't get it but that's her business. The one good thing about Mexico is this: She's Frank's wife. I think they've been together for a long time.
     Lastly, there's Frank. Frank Mansfield, Jr. Frank is pretty old, too. He has autism. He lives in his own little world with Trixie so we all just stay out of his way. He tolerates me but I don't think he likes me any more than his wife. I don't care because that's the way he treats all dogs. What a biggot! Oh well. I love him. He's my brother. I love them all. Think I'll take a nap.

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