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Liebster Award

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Thanks to Small Adventures Big Life for nominating me for the Liebster award.  Here are the questions she asked me:
1. Why did you start blogging?  Because typing comes more naturally than speaking.  Barks are hard to interpret.
2.  What have you learned from blogging?  Not everybody thinks I’m as cute as the Lovely Lady, aka my mom, does.
3.  What inspires you?  Treats and belly rubs
4.  What do you do when faced with hard times?  Lick my paws
5.  Who is your favorite comedian?  Garfield
6.  Who is your favorite musician?  my favorite singer is definitely my momma
7.  What is your favorite book?  Don’t be silly, dogs can’t read
8.  What are your hobbies?  Butt licking, running in the yard, naps
9.  What is your favorite TV show?  I don’t watch much TV
10.  How do you start your day?  din-din!
11.  How do you end your day? snuggling
11 Random facts about me:
1.  I’m lazy
2.  I like to nap, wake up, and nap some more
3.  I’m small, but I’m not a lap dog
4.  I don’t like swimming
5.  I hide under the bed if water is running
6.  I get really excited when I get wet food
7.  I hump when I’m excited
8.  I have a favorite pillow
9.  I love my bed
10.  I love my momma’s bed more
11.  I like rides.
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Haircuts Ain’t No Fun

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I was supposed to get a haircut today. My hairs were in my eyes and I could hardly see.  You would think I would be grateful that my lovely lady wanted to help me see.  But you think wrong.  I like to hide back there behind the hair.  So when she was trimming my hairs I did my best to squirm away.  As soon as I got a chance I broke free, ran outside, and did not return for hours.  Now I look like this.  My right hairs are short and my left hairs are long.  When I ran away, the  lovely lady threw her hands up and said some silly words that I don’t understand, but I think it means she’s not going to try again.  Needless to say, I am ashamed of myself.  And I don’t have any hairs to hide my embarrassment.

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And so began a wonderful life…

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Once upon a time I was a mere wittle puppy.   I don’t remember those days.  The vet says I blocked out all of my pre-rescue memories.
     What I do remember is my first day of my new life.  I was staying at a pretty nice clinic.  I had been rescued from a life of fending for myself.  The folks at the clinic were nice, but they left every night.  One day a lovely lady came to meet me.  I’ll never forget the first time I laid eyes on my new mommy.  She was sooooo cuuuute!  Funny, I remember her saying the same thing about me.  It was love at first sight.
     My new mommy didn’t quite understand me yet.  I wanted to protect her from the moment I saw her, so I immediately backed my butt up to her to stand guard.  She must have been new to dogs, because she thought that meant I didn’t love her.  Luckily the kind lady at the clinic assured her that we would warm up to each other in no time.
     Before adopting me, my new mommy took me for a stroll and I did my very best to be a good pup.  I stayed by her side, didn’t pull on the leash, and didn’t even sniff anything.  It was so hard not to sniff, but I didn’t want to screw it up.  I even showed her how I could potty in the grass.  That made her so happy.  Next thing I knew we were in the car and off to our new life.
    Her I am a few months after living with the lovely lady.
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     I don’t have a pic of me the day she adopted me, but if I did it would look something like this:

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