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I'm Spookie Samhain, and my mom is not happy with me right now. I'm telling her what to type. Mom says she loves me lots, but that I have to learn to come to her when she calls me. I always come when dad calls me! He give me cookies!
But when mom calls me, I never know what is going to happen. Sometimes we go for rides in the car, and then we go in this place, and this mean guy sticks me and it hurts! One day we went for a ride, and she left me there!!!!!! And when she came to get me, boy oh boy, did my tummy ever hurt. And then there is that bath thing. I really don't like it, and keep trying to get out, but she insists. And then I have to get brushed and dried. Yuck.
Daddy never does stuff like that to me. We all went to kindergarten, and that was fun, but I still didn't quite trust her. She does take me and my grumpy Poodle brother to the dog park. He isn't any fun at all, and never plays with me. Mom says he had a deprived puppyhood, and he is 13 now, and for me to leave him alone. And her granddoggies are old, and everybody is bigger than me. What is a girl to do?
Hi
I took the computer back. The fuzz ball is right, she doesn't trust me. I can't run around all day with a pocket full of Cherrios, but how do I convince her I'm really not a bad mommie?
Barb
I'm Spookie Samhain, and my mom is not happy with me right now. I'm telling her what to type. Mom says she loves me lots, but that I have to learn to come to her when she calls me. I always come when dad calls me! He give me cookies!
But when mom calls me, I never know what is going to happen. Sometimes we go for rides in the car, and then we go in this place, and this mean guy sticks me and it hurts! One day we went for a ride, and she left me there!!!!!! And when she came to get me, boy oh boy, did my tummy ever hurt. And then there is that bath thing. I really don't like it, and keep trying to get out, but she insists. And then I have to get brushed and dried. Yuck.
Daddy never does stuff like that to me. We all went to kindergarten, and that was fun, but I still didn't quite trust her. She does take me and my grumpy Poodle brother to the dog park. He isn't any fun at all, and never plays with me. Mom says he had a deprived puppyhood, and he is 13 now, and for me to leave him alone. And her granddoggies are old, and everybody is bigger than me. What is a girl to do?
Hi
I took the computer back. The fuzz ball is right, she doesn't trust me. I can't run around all day with a pocket full of Cherrios, but how do I convince her I'm really not a bad mommie?
Barb