Dear Diary;

I am born. What more can I say?

McDuff

There is a woman who keeps coming to see me every week and I find that highly suspicious. She smells good, though…that's how I know it's the same person, by her smell.

She just sits here and holds me or watches me play and after an hour she is gone again. Very strange.

McDuff

Boy Diary!

I figured it out! That woman who kept coming to visit took me home to her house today. At least I suppose it is her house.

I didn't cry when I left my brothers and sisters and mom and dad but I felt a little lonely when I went to bed tonight. I've got this cozy little den they call a crate to sleep in…it sits on a table next to my person's bed. (I guess she's my person. She's one of them anyway.) Even though I felt cozy and safe, I cried tonight.

Sigh.

McDuff

Diary!

She took me to the doctor today! Well, at least we all know I'm healthy but I could have told her that. Persons should ask a guy.

Jeez!

A short note, Diary;

I love toast crusts and snow! But it's cold outside in the middle of the night. My person keeps saying, "hurry,hurry!"

Yours as ever,

McDuff

Dear Diary;

I love these people but they are weird. They put a tree up in the living room and threw a bunch of stuff on it. It must be something special 'cause they built a barrier around it so I can't get at it! Life's a drag.

Other than that, I'm house-trained now! Tada!

Regards,

McDuff

December 23, 1997

Hi Diary!

I almost got one of Jill's (she is my personal servant) Christmas presents open yesterday but I got caught before all the paper was off the box! Someone is always around to spoil my fun.

But, ha! It snowed again last night. It's kinda deep for me but I slug through it while snorting furiously. :)

Have a good day!

McDuff

December 30, 1997

Dear Diary;

Yesterday I went down the stairs by myself...all the way down! Now nobody has to carry me anymore!

Today I went up the stairs...well, I needed a little boost part way up. These are BIG stairs in this house, ya know. :0)

Hope you are feeling good.

McDuff

Dear Diary;

Not a good day for walkies for man nor beastie! But my personal servant bought me a windbreaker - it's like a bomber jacket, red and black with a hood - so I don't get REALLY wet! I'm going for a walk after my nap so I'll have to wear it.

Survived my first night of puppy school but it wasn't much fun. I had to sit or lie down on the left side of my servant's chair for the entire hour! She couldn't touch me or pay attention to me except to yell "QUIET" when I barked or "SETTLE" when I moved around to try and get at the other dogs to play or "OFF" when I tried to get up on her knee! I showed her though...when we got home I played MAD-DOG for a good half-hour. Then, unfortunately, I crashed on top of one of my toys and fell asleep in mid-play!

The plain truth is, puppy school isn't any party. I don't think I'll go back. Then again, there's this cute little black spaniel...

Have a good one!

McDuff 

McDuff here, Diary;

I just sent this note to my friend Pudd'ums. (She's a cat!)

"Yep, I'm alive but I've been busy; guarding the house against intruders, patrolling the yard, checking everything on the street at least twice a day to make sure everything is in order. There was a truck in front of a neighbor's house on Wednesday that didn't belong there...I sure let them know something was amiss. Barked and growled like the good citizen I am.

'Course you know I spent last Friday at the groomer's, which was kinda interesting. Lots of us there going through the bath (yuk! Pthewy!) and clipper stuff. Some of the dogs cried but I didn't. Well, maybe a little. I didn't know that lady who was putting her hands all over me! But I'm really cute now. Well, I was cute before...now I'm handsome."

"I wish you would have your servant talk to my servant about dragging me off to puppy school every Wednesday night. There's nothing fun about it. It's all work and no play! And now there's a black lab puppy who is just dying to play with me. I could tell. After an hour I got cranky and refused to take any more orders. Like, enough with the SITS already! I just laid down and rolled over. Ha! I had her there! Like, whatcha going to do about this, servant? And what's this garbage about "leash respect"? How can a guy respect something that interferes with his work? It's hard to carry out my patrols when they don't let me near stuff. So, I just keep pullin' on the leash until I choke! They have been complaining about that when we go for walks. Says I'm getting too strong for her and she's afraid I'll choke to death. So, last night my servant took me to the mall - everybody loves me in the pet store and they let me sniff around all I want, dragging my leash behind me - and we bought a harness. I hate putting it on but I have to admit I don't miss all that choking."

"Well, it's still snowing here and it was already too deep when I went out at 9:00 (slept in today. Mornings are my man-of-leisure-time.) The snow was up to my tummy then! If it keeps up, it's going to get kinda hard to take care of business. I guess I'll ask someone to shovel a path for me."

"Well, (yawn) it's time for Coach and me to watch the Price is Right! I think I'll just curl up between her feet again...yawn! yeeeeooooow! Zzzzz"

"Talk atcha later."

McDuff

Dear Diary;

I had to spend the night in the hospital. My person cried when she left me there.

Let's just say my girl chasing days are over.

Other than that, I don't want to talk about it.

Sad Sigh.

McDuff 

Dear Diary;

The only bad thing about spring is I get muddy all the time and my servant plunks me into the laundry tub to wash me down. The good part is she wraps me in a big towel and rubs me dry in front of the fireplace. Ah, life is tough, Diary, really tough.

As always,

McDuff 

Dear Diary;

Rainy days are the worst...I don't DO rain. Here are a list of things any pup can do to keep occupied:

• sleep until 10:30 a.m.
• refuse to go out in the rain so that someone (in my case, the Coach) has to drag you out on a leash. Once they remove the leash, run back into the house and leave your person standing out there in the rain like a dummy.
• get yourself locked in the closet only if there is a floor mop to play with...it passes the time until someone finds you.
• take a nap.
• squeak every squeaky toy you own until your people go crazy and give in and take you out for a ride in the car.
• sit in front on one of your people and stare, looking sad...this warrants a mini ice cream cone. (I have my own mini cones, ya know.)
• steal a new roll of toilet paper and drag it around the living room. (This trick usually gets me a Pupperoni or at least a Bil Jac (liver treat) so that I will give up the prized TP).

That's all I can think of for now. But the day isn't over yet!

Yours,

McDuff

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