Guinness Blog 1
Apr. 27th, 2010 03:29 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
dezaGuinness has told me he'd like a blog. I don't have the energy to set him up with his own, so he's borrowing mine.
Really?
Yes really. You're laying in bed and I'm bored.
sigh. Okay, here.
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Mom, this is what happens when you don't take me out for a roll and Dad skips the lunchtime jog. You'll live. Just for the record, typing with the nose is harder than it looks.
I need to train my parents better. Mom did a good job keeping me entertained yesterday. She threw the ball for me a bit, and that was good. Then she tried to trip me up by tossing the ball and having me wait to get it. Not a problem for the world's number one superdog! It's more fun when it's rolling, though. And I'm still the king of keepaway.
Mom also gave me a rag. Rag! I love rags. they just shake so nicely, swinging around to my ears and back. And they're yummy. Then mom started throwing the rag in the dryer cave and expecting me to go get it. Oooooooooooookay, not so much with that idea. Then she wrapped around a crunchy, which is just Not Fair! How's a dude supposed to resist a crunchy? So I started going into the dryer cave to get the rag, and mom just went nuts with squeaky-voice and the ear rubbies and the crunchies. Yeah, gotta remember that cue for getting crunchies. But see, I've got to train her better. There's got to be a way I can get her to give me crunchies without having to bother with the dryer cave. It smells funny in there, with that bar thing sticking to the side.
Oooo, kids are home! Time to go steal some food! Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiids!
Really?
Yes really. You're laying in bed and I'm bored.
sigh. Okay, here.
*******************************************************
Mom, this is what happens when you don't take me out for a roll and Dad skips the lunchtime jog. You'll live. Just for the record, typing with the nose is harder than it looks.
I need to train my parents better. Mom did a good job keeping me entertained yesterday. She threw the ball for me a bit, and that was good. Then she tried to trip me up by tossing the ball and having me wait to get it. Not a problem for the world's number one superdog! It's more fun when it's rolling, though. And I'm still the king of keepaway.
Mom also gave me a rag. Rag! I love rags. they just shake so nicely, swinging around to my ears and back. And they're yummy. Then mom started throwing the rag in the dryer cave and expecting me to go get it. Oooooooooooookay, not so much with that idea. Then she wrapped around a crunchy, which is just Not Fair! How's a dude supposed to resist a crunchy? So I started going into the dryer cave to get the rag, and mom just went nuts with squeaky-voice and the ear rubbies and the crunchies. Yeah, gotta remember that cue for getting crunchies. But see, I've got to train her better. There's got to be a way I can get her to give me crunchies without having to bother with the dryer cave. It smells funny in there, with that bar thing sticking to the side.
Oooo, kids are home! Time to go steal some food! Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiids!
