Taj wrote:
Chewy I am not happy today, it has been raining all day and Nanna is a whimp won't take me for a walk. If she put gumboots on her feet won't get wet, coz we can share the umbrella, that is if I don't go off smelling everything. She growls at me for eating duck poo. There are lots of ducks in the creek behind our main street.
What are you giving your human Mum for Mother's Day, I haven't decided as yet, thought my human Dad would come up and we could surprise my human Mum..I am very disappointed.
Sleeping on the d*** couch belly up coz it is still raining.
Love Taj xx
Chewy wrote:
Hi Taj
I get growled at by my Dad for eating grass. Mum doesn’t fuss about that, or about me ‘taste testing’ dirt. No ducks around here—no fluffy-tailed rats or big bouncing rats here either but plenty at Chez Wombat. Mummy growls at me for eating their poo—and you know, I don’t know why I eat it cuz it tastes yuck—but a dog’s gotta do what a dog’s gotta do.
I took Mummy shopping yesterday and got her a big square plastic box for the big square scrapbook pages she does—don’t know why she wanted it, but it’s what she asked for. But we went to another shop and I bought her something really special. A
lovely round, soft, warm bed
just like the one she bought me. I thought that since she won’t let me sleep in the room with her and Daddy it would be nice if she came and slept in the lounge room with me.
She said NO! She rejected my kindness to her.
I was deeply hurt… … until she said I could have it for using in the play room.
So it all worked out very well didn’t it?
Do you really love me, Taj? I went all sort of fuzzy and wuzzy inside when I read ‘Love Taj xx’ and it wasn’t at all like when I get a bit of lightning in my brain. It felt really nice. I want to share that feeling with you… so...
Love,
Chewy xx
Chewy I am not happy today, it has been raining all day and Nanna is a whimp won't take me for a walk. If she put gumboots on her feet won't get wet, coz we can share the umbrella, that is if I don't go off smelling everything. She growls at me for eating duck poo. There are lots of ducks in the creek behind our main street.
What are you giving your human Mum for Mother's Day, I haven't decided as yet, thought my human Dad would come up and we could surprise my human Mum..I am very disappointed.
Sleeping on the d*** couch belly up coz it is still raining.
Love Taj xx
Chewy wrote:
Hi Taj
I get growled at by my Dad for eating grass. Mum doesn’t fuss about that, or about me ‘taste testing’ dirt. No ducks around here—no fluffy-tailed rats or big bouncing rats here either but plenty at Chez Wombat. Mummy growls at me for eating their poo—and you know, I don’t know why I eat it cuz it tastes yuck—but a dog’s gotta do what a dog’s gotta do.
I took Mummy shopping yesterday and got her a big square plastic box for the big square scrapbook pages she does—don’t know why she wanted it, but it’s what she asked for. But we went to another shop and I bought her something really special. A
lovely round, soft, warm bed
just like the one she bought me. I thought that since she won’t let me sleep in the room with her and Daddy it would be nice if she came and slept in the lounge room with me.
She said NO! She rejected my kindness to her.
I was deeply hurt… … until she said I could have it for using in the play room.
So it all worked out very well didn’t it?
Do you really love me, Taj? I went all sort of fuzzy and wuzzy inside when I read ‘Love Taj xx’ and it wasn’t at all like when I get a bit of lightning in my brain. It felt really nice. I want to share that feeling with you… so...
Love,
Chewy xx