know Iím whatís considered ďa handful.Ē Lots of families
didnít want me and I was in a bunch of homes before I found
my family -- and I was still only a puppy! I donít remember
my mother or any brothers and sisters. In fact, I donít
remember having anything good to do with other dogs. I
lived in a cage in a store and watched all the other puppies
get picked up and hugged. It was very
still have trouble with being frustrated. Canít help it. I
know I just react. Iím always sorry afterward, really,
really sorry. But sometimes I snap. I mean, I really
snap. Never at people because they help me.
was 5 months old when I came home and now Iím 6 years old.
Iíve learned a lot. Iíve discovered I can figure things
out. For instance, my little brother Dusty would roll his
tennis ball off the deck where we couldnít reach it and I
figured if I went around to the back of the house, I could
commando-crawl under the stairs, under the deck, around the
side of my house and reach through the front to get it for
him. Mostly heíd just roll it back again, and I did lose
all the hair on my chest and stomach, but I didnít care. It
Having fun is the best. Iím really quick so sometimes I do
things before I think about them. Like the time I jumped in
the horsesí therapy pool and realized I didnít know how to
swim. Or into the waves at the ocean when there was this
rip tide. Itís good I can figure things out. I ran away
because I thought that would be fun, but no one chased me so
I came home and sat outside my gate. The last time I ran
away no one noticed and a nice cop picked me up and let me
ride in the back of his car all around town for a couple of
hours until they came to get me.
They tell me they get worried when I do those things. I
love when they hug me and talk to me so seriously. When I
was little and really naughty we would talk every night and
I would hear all the good things I did and all the naughty
ones, too. Some days there were a lot of naughty things.
Some people who knew me then and know me now say how much
Iíve changed and maybe I have. Or maybe Iíve found more
ways to have fun. I donít have to compete for things at
home. I trust myself to do good things a little more. For
instance, I donít push out the screen when someone walks
past the house anymore. Or at least, I donít push it out as
far. I take my turn with treats because I know there will
be something for me. I love walking right next to a person,
but I can walk next to my brother, too. I have trouble
sharing toys, but we have lots of toys so itís ok most of
the time. Ok, the truth is I have trouble sharing anything.
Iím better. Iím not a stupid dog, and Iím not a nasty dog.
I sometimes get frustrated and react. Could happen to
anyone, right? I am a very loving dog, a great snuggler,
and an excellent listener. If you want to throw a tennis
ball for me your arm will get tired before I will. I am a
work in progress, but so far, itís mostly fun. And, just to
set the record straight, I finally did pass my obedience
class. Mostly. So pleaseÖbring me some toys for
Christmas. If you put coal in my stocking Iíd probably get
in trouble for eating it!
Hereís the real truth, SantaÖ
by Jenny, writing for everyone else
Kelly has always been full of herself. When she first
arrived she figured she would be in charge and that made a
lot of problems, especially for our sister Maggie who
fancies herself a sort of school principal. We are used to
it and donít mind, but she and Kelly tangled over the rules
more than once. Tanner is the oldest of us and very polite,
but even he gets fed up with Kellyís attitude. When that
happens, we all take Tannerís side, especially Maggie.
Dusty and I are more accommodating, but Kelly has mouthed
off to us a number of times as well.
Kelly can be lots of fun. She is always ready to play and
so am I even though I am 11, but she is a ball hog. No one
else is supposed to retrieve the tennis balls, and when she
is running after them she will just knock you right down.
Sheís gotten better, but she pretty much ended Tannerís
retrieving career. The only place she isnít the fastest or
the boldest is in the water. She really canít swim well and
even Maggie (who is 10) and I are able to beat her to the
water toys, but our brother Dusty is the fastest. It drives
has some commands that are different from ours, too. She is
told sometimes to Settle. That means she has to find a
quiet place and lie down there pretty darn quick or else.
If she is snarky taking treats she has to sit or lie down.
And there is the No Woof command.
When Kelly isnít around things are more peaceful and Tanner
gets to play with toys more. But she does have a way of
making things interesting and keeping us on our toes.
That Kelly is a spoiled brat! She hogs all the toys and
sheíd eat all our food if she could.
Dustyís Two Cents
Awww, sheís not so bad. You just have to stay out of her
way when she gets the meanies. Sheís got loads of energy
and has lots of fun ideas, and sheís terrific at leaping
over the furniture. And she knows all the best sniffing
places around town.
Maggie Got Censored
That little %&#$(