tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-267573952011-04-21T20:15:10.369-07:00The Dog of the Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03577870507368629007noreply@blogger.comBlogger21100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26757395.post-1146019495429089572006-04-25T19:11:00.000-07:002006-04-25T19:44:55.436-07:00Well I never! The Humans have gone and killed the roosters and they didn't even let me help catch them! They knew darn well that I was catching them <em>for</em> the kids but maybe I didn't share the roosters that I did catch nicely enough. Well for whatever the reasoning I was tied up for the whole time that they were killing the yummy things but the snobby cat has said that they are giving away all of the meat that they got from slaughtering to the people that they sometimes leave me with for days on end for no reason whatsoever. But I probably shouldn't believe him though. Uh Oh the Big One is going to get on the computer now, I had better scram.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26757395-114601949542908957?l=ilovehumans.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dog of the Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03577870507368629007noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26757395.post-1145749036914240462006-04-22T16:26:00.000-07:002006-04-22T16:37:16.920-07:00<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7856/1511/1600/lady.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7856/1511/1600/lady.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />My name is Lady. I'm a Golden Retriever. It's very hard for me to press certain keys with my paws, and my nose will leave slobber on the keys. My humans might not like that, so I'll just have to keep trying to type with my paws. I'm sure I can learn.<br /><br />I live in a house with a bunch of humans. I love when they play with me and throw balls for me. Sometimes they get mad when I catch balls, but I don't know why.<br /><br />I live with a cat. He's very fat and a little crabby. He gives me dirty looks whenever I try to be friends with him. I just don't get it. Why can't he be happy like me? I think he just needs to learn to play a little. I'm not giving up on him.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/26757395-114574903691424046?l=ilovehumans.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>The Dog of the Househttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03577870507368629007noreply@blogger.com0