Life of Punky
Hi everyone, it's Punky. Remember me? I was the very first luvmutt. One of my moms, Erin, runs this site. My moms went out so I have the house to myself, except for my little brother Rascal, who is in his crate where he belongs!
I've been waiting for this opportunity to tell you my story because I'm really mad. In June we moved to a new house in the country. I loved it. Big yard, lots to look at, and fun places to go hiking. I was in heaven. Soon after we moved they started telling me that I was going to get a new little brother or sister to play with. I was really excited. I love to play!
Then one day they dropped me off at Grandma's. She gave me all sorts of treats I'm not supposed to have and I played with my cousin Bailey. I was having a good time. Until they walked in with Rascal. Everyone said "Look how cute he is!" But I knew better. I knew he was trouble the minute I saw him. Everyone laughed when he growled at Bailey, but me and Bailey were shocked! We would have never growled at another dog when we were 8 weeks old.
When we went home the real trouble started. He took all my toys and ripped them up. But they were MY toys! And I like to rip them up! Plus he peed EVERYWHERE! And he still does if they don't put him in the crate when they go out. Can you believe that? He's 8 months old and he still pees in my house! I was completely house trained by SIX months.
And you know what else? He won't leave me alone. He ALWAYS wants to play. Now, don't get me wrong, I like to play. But I like to lay on the couch and sleep, too! Sometimes when I'm sleeping he comes and bites my neck so I'll play. HE BITES MY NECK! And when I'm walking down the stairs, he bites my ankles. HE BITES MY ANKLES WHEN I'M WALKING DOWN THE STAIRS! Do you know how dangerous that is?
When he doesn't want to play, which is ALMOST NEVER, he invades my space. I'll be sleeping on the couch and he comes and LAYS ON TOP OF ME. It's so annoying! And now he developed a weird habit: he licks my eyes and ears! I don't know why. But I have to let him because if I don't he'll just keep bugging me. Here, see for yourself:
Uh-oh, I hear a car. Gotta go!
haha poor punky
Posted by: mo | March 09, 2007 at 01:51 PM