Birthday Idea

My birthday is tomorrow and I'm gonna be 9 years old. Cool, huh? So if anyone wants ideas for birthday gifts for me, here's one: I want hamburger. Mom won't give it to me anymore, and I think hamburger rocks. Hot dogs are cool, too. he he he

The Hunger Strike Ends

I ate the doggie food last night. I was starving, so I just broke down and did it. If Mom held out this long, then I doubt I'm gonna get more hamburger.

Bummer.

Mom made me take a bath last night, too. Totally not fair, either. I had to take a bath 'cause we needed to wash the greasy flea preventative stuff off of my back. Um...who do you think put that nasty stuff on me in the first place?! Seems to me that if she hadn't put it on me, then she wouldn't have had to give me a bath last night, either!

I did get back at her, though. When she got me out of the tub and put me on the bathroom floor, I managed to squeeze through a little crack in the bathroom door. She didn't even miss me for a second 'cause she was hanging up the towel. It was pretty funny when she came looking for me. I got my doggie bed all wet before she found me and made me go back to the bathroom so she could blow dry my fur.

Hunger Strike, Day 4

I'm starving. I don't know why Mom won't just give me hamburger again. Stupid doggie food. I've been forced to eat a little each night, but not much. Just enough to get me through. I'm hungry and I want hamburger!

Oh -- Mom went to the people groomer today, I think. She had that smell. I had to sniff her head when she got home tonight. That's how I can tell. I wonder if she got in trouble for barking like I did at my groomer...

Stupid Dog Food!

I don't know what's wrong with Mom tonight, but she's refusing to give me hamburger! She expects me to eat that stupid, nasty old doggie food! I hate that stuff. I want my hamburger back. I wonder if I need to act really sick again to get her to give me more hamburger. Something has to change here...that doggie food is gross and I'm hungry!

I Love Meat

Meat. I love it! Meat is just the best stuff ever. When I'm on the medicine for the bacteria buggies, Mom gives me hamburger and rice. I eventually just start picking out the hamburger and leaving the rice 'cause the hamburger is my favorite stuff.

This time she started giving me hot dogs, too. She's hiding the medicine in 'em, but that's o.k. 'cause I'm actually getting to eat hot dogs. YUM.

Last night she gave me this liverfirst stuff, too. (That might not be right, but it's something like that.) Anyway, that stuff is pretty good. She tried to hide pills in that but I managed to lick it all off and leave the pill on the carpet. Easier to do that with the liver stuff than with a hot dog.