Pigs

I’ve been trying out this internet thingee over the last few days. You sure can find a lot of weird things on line. I googled ‘pigs’ because my stuffed pig went to toy heaven and I need a new one. You wouldn’t believe the stuff that came up. I didn’t know that pigs looked like that. I’ve only seen the stuffed one that my human gave me. It was pink and soft and made these funny noises. The pigs online look totally different and they don’t look like they’d be fun to sleep with.

I miss my pig. It was the first toy my human bought me. I loved pig. He was my pillow and my friend. We went through a lot together. He had kind of a weak constitution though, his stuffing was prone to coming loose. But I was always right there with him during his surgeries. My human is pretty good with that needle and she always did a great job, but apparently there are only so many surgeries a stuffed pig can endure. He finally went to piggie heaven. My human let me watch her bury him in the big white container in the kitchen. I sniffed him goodbye. I think it must have been a really good place for him to go, because that white can always has lots of interesting smells.

I still had cow and ball, but it just wasn’t the same without pig. My human brought home a duck for me. It was really cool. It quacked whenever I squeezed its tummy. I liked that part the best. My human wasn’t real fond of that though - she kept saying something about me being O.C.D. when I quack my duck. I’ll have to remember to look O.C.D. up. Anyway, duck doesn’t quack anymore. I’m afraid he’s headed for the white can soon too. His stuffing is starting to show. But for now, I’ll enjoy the time we have left together. He’s a pretty good pillow and friend too.

Jack

New Territory

I'm tired of my daily routine. It's hours on end of wandering from room to room while my human goes out into the world to explore. Everyday she comes home with new smells clinging to her shoes and I can't stand not being out there with her.

I don't want to run away. I spent months on the street as a stray. Trust me when I say I know a good thing when I see it. She's pretty much putty in my paws. I've got her wrapped around my tail. I get rawhide bones and treats. A rug to call my own plus I've got toys. TOYS. My last human thought I was his toy. He seemed to think I was his kicking bag. But my new humans not like that. She's really good to me.

So really, my only option - if she can't take me with her - is to find a new way to enter this big ol' world. She spends tons of time on this clicking contraption, so I thought I'd give it a try too. Turns out even a monkey could do this, and everyone knows dogs are WAY smarter.

My plan? Every day after she heads to work, this clicking thing she calls a computer is mine. I've heard you can experience the whole world on this net thingy, too bad it doesn't have scent speakers.

This little corner of the net is mine. I'd mark my territory, but something tells me that could be a bad thing. Instead I'll just post all my new adventures here.

Boldly going where no dog has gone before,
Jack