Hi, I’m Devil Dog. That’s not my real name but I don’t mind the nickname. It has a bad boy vibe.
I’ve highjacked my mom’s blog to tell about my last month. My mom and dad went to Paris for a month and left me with my first mom, Mama Dorothy. At first I was OK with the whole arrangement because I got to go for a car ride. But then, I had to go to the groomers twice. Twice? Some noise about me stinking.
I’ve also been dealing with Mama Dorothy’s new dog, Sadie, who gets in my bed, plays with my ball, and sniffs my butt. I hate all of that.
My people say that I don’t like yellow dogs but that’s not true. I don’t see color. (No, I mean, I’m a dog, I really don’t see color). But I will admit every dog I ever fought with was yellow and that includes Sadie.
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Anyway I miss my people because when we are together I always get to chase the chase the ball chase the ball. #chasetheball.
The thing with the ball is that it’s my ball. It’s mine. It’s mine mine mine. #mine. I can’t seem to get that through Sadie’s thick skull. I don’t mean she’s dumb or anything. She just has a really big head. See?
My people will be home tonight and I’m really excited (because ball) but I’m prolly gonna eat some toilet paper when they first get home just as a revenge move. When I say goodbye to Sadie, I’m gonna let her have one last sniff at me on my way out the door and I’m gonna tell her, “Stay gold, Ponyboy.” You know, ‘cause she’s yellow and not because I think she’s sweet or anything. Gross.
Here’s some video of me chasing the ball.
Peace out, DD