I don’t know what’s on that doggone laptop, but sometimes Mom just stays on it too long. I understand that she has to type up our pupcake stories. But seriously, it shouldn’t take that long. Does anyone else have that problem? Does anyone else’s human stay on their laptop for a little longer than you’d
Snoopy and I sure do have one thing in common. We both love to dance. I can’t say that I’m a great dancer, but all I have to do is follow Mom’s feet. She loves to dance too. It’s never a surprise to find her dancing around in her orange socks with her hair whipping
I know Mom’s schedule like the back of my paw. I may not know where she goes, but I definitely know what time she usually leaves and comes home. Let’s just say that… We pups have a sense about these things. It’s just how we’re wired. The smell and the sounds are enough for me
Nightmares. Who knows where they come from or why they even exist. All I know is that I hate them. They put a damper on such an awesome nap and completely interrupt my pleasant dreams. Now, don’t get me wrong. I don’t have them often, but when I do… I usually end up screaming with
Almost every morning, Mom puts my breakfast in my favorite dish and dashes out the door with her black and brown tote bag hanging from her shoulder. I know for a fact that when I see her grab that bag it’ll be dark before she gets home. So, there I am. Home alone with nothing,
I learned very early that the gift of laugher is a great tool to have in your back paw. If you can make someone chuckle, smirk, smile, or laugh until they fall over, you’ll always have a friend. Laughter allows us to live in the moment. As Charlie Chaplin stated… “A day without laugher is