Dillon, day 22 of my life in DC!

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Dillon, day 22 of my life in DC!
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You remember those teeth Micky has? Well, I didn’t. Today, some friends came over to the house and I was having a really good game of chase the ball when the ball landed on the couch. When I jumped up on the couch, I landed right on her. Oh Dear God Y’all, I thought I was gonna die. She went straight into snap and growl mode. Thankfully, Micky has “muzzle” control and I survived the event relatively unscathed. I immediately retreated to the other couch and didn’t move for about an hour. Every time I looked up, Micky was giving me the death stare. Mom said I was imagining it, but I swear I could feel her eyes boring into me.

Hi everyone, this is the Princess of Death, Micky. Since that little punk is over on the other couch filling his diaper, I figured I’d set the record straight. (That’s the photo of me by the computer.) Yeah, sure he jumped up on me, but all I did was teach him some manners. I’m the adult dog and former mommy dog, so it’s my job to teach him, but I won’t lie and say I don’t get a certain amount of satisfaction from scaring the bejeezus out of him. And the bit about staring at him? That’s just one of my little quirks. I sleep with my eyes open sometimes. Mom says it’s really creepy, but that’s their problem. I’m sound asleep and couldn’t care less. Today I searched and searched for another mole, but couldn’t find one. I’m afraid the word is getting out that there’s a killer loose in the neighborhood. That would be ME! Princess of Death! Since I couldn’t find any moles, I decided I would torment Dillon a little bit more. I stole his ball! Turns out playing with that ball is kinda fun. I didn’t play with it long. Just long enough to irritate the little stinker. You would have thought I had stolen his last meal! Poor little guy, I actually felt bad for him. So, I let him have it back. Big Baby!

Dillon again. I managed to sneak the computer away from Micky again. One of these days, I’m going to need to learn to read. I’m pretty sure she’s bad-mouthing me, but I can’t tell. Because I needed a little pampering, Mom was nice enough to give me a mani-pedi. I’m an evolved dog and can enjoy a spa day. I just lay there and Mom trims my nails, wipes my eyes, and gives me a nice rub down. What’s not to love? For some reason, Micky, the tom-boy thinks all this is a form of torture. For the life of me, I can’t figure out why she minds. Mom’s really careful and it doesn’t hurt. When she finishes each foot, I get a mouthful of treats and she uses that voice I love so much. Micky is so against the whole process that she won’t even get close enough to grab a treat. Hmmph… Moron! And I don’t care that she stole my ball for a little while. You should see the size of the one Mom gave me. It Huge!

Well, I have to cut this short. Tonight is Halloween. Apparently, dogs are not invited. We’re going into lockdown for the whole event. At least the warden approved a movie while we’re stuck upstairs in our crates. I guess they think we’ll sit inside the house and bark at all the little kids who come up. Meh, they’re probably right. I don’t like people near my house to begin with and a bunch of creepy little kids doesn’t sound like something I would ignore…

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