I have a brother and he is mine.


See that monster next to me? He is my new brother Sam. He is huge and has a big noggin. My man human found him sad, starving and crying for help. He was pretty much just skin and bones when we found him, so I named him bonebag. So my man human brought him here for a shower and.. MY TUMMY FILLERS!?!? Wait, wait, wait.. I was ok with giving him a shower and maybe let him sleep in the corner but THIS?? This is crossing the line. So I  told him straight up, “I am not ok with this. I am mad and I am not happy and that is mine. This box we live in is mine, this human holder is mine, that big noise making flat color thingy by the wall is mine. So dont mess with anything, bonebag. Got it??? Good”…

The next day I wake up and expect to see bonebag packing his fur. I look around and realize he is asleep on the human holder and not leaving. What the heck is happening here?? I need to go check this fella out. I walked up to that big bonebag and sniffed and poked him until I  smelt what I needed to smell. I think I will poke him a few more times for good measure.. poke..poke, poke… He smells ok for now. I guess I  can let this giant bone bag stay for another day.


We need some help. We have been trying to move out of our box ever since I ate the chicken with the death pill inside. My humans have been trying to save but life has problems that they need to take care of. Please help my humans and I move from our box to another.And it better have a big yard.

Will you help us?

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Running… Running….Running.. Yay


I got to go to the river yesterday. My humans even let me run without my rope. I splashed and rolled and even face planted in the water. It was an amazing time.
We went on a little hike and I got to smell all kinds of new smells. I even slid down a dirt hill. That was so fun. I tried to run back up the hill so I could do it again but my humans said no.
The first thing I did when I got back to our box was lay on the fluffy human holder. I rolled around on it spreading water and dirt everywhere so I can smell it later.

My Little Human


My little human disappeared in a fast rolling color. My mom kept calling that big color her brother. I don’t understand how that fast rolling color is her brother but if she wants to be insane then fine by me.
He was gone for months, maybe even years, it could have possibly been just a couple days but I doubt it. This proves to me that humans don’t get bigger because he was the same size as when he left.
All I know is that I am glad he came back to our box. I really missed him.

I Haz A Cheeze Burgrrrr


My humans gave me this burger after a long recovery. It was the best tummy filler I have ever had, well except for that candy bar that my little human left on the table.
After my mom made me sit here with this juicy burger in my mouth I threw it on the floor and tore it to pieces. I ate each piece separately. It was gone in about ten seconds. After I was done I felt fat and needed to lay down and take a nap.
I am going to go hunt for crumbs in the couch and on the floor because I don’t want any of the humans to get them first.

I’m Stronger Than That!!


That is me, nearly dead from the neighbor feeding me a heart pill inside of some chicken. I only ate part of the pill but it still almost took my life.
My humans didn’t know I ate it until I collapsed on the floor in front of them and started turning blue. They picked me up off the floor and rushed me to my doctor. On the way there I passed out and came to several times. My mom was driving with her knee, holding my head and yelling my name every time i fell asleep, all while calling my doctor. The doctor didn’t know what was wrong and didn’t do anything for me. They laughed and called it some sort of miracle that i could walk around. That made my mom really angry and she started yelling from the waiting room so they could hear that she was mad at them for turning it into some stupid joke. So they sent me back home after charging my mom a hundred dollars for doing nothing for me.
After we got home my parents searched the yard and this is what they found:


Chicken with a pill in it.

My mom called the cops, the humane society and the vet. My mom asked the vet if he still thought it was funny and he said no and that he is sorry for laughing. The cops won’t do anything even though they have probable cause against the child that lives next door because he talks about killing live animals. But they still won’t arrest him. The humane society took the chicken and the pill and we haven’t heard from them since.

Where is my justice? Why are they getting away with harming me?

My parents take me out to the yard now, I am no longer allowed to go alone because people can’t be trusted they said. My mom goes outside and searches the yard before I am allowed to go outside. This isn’t fair to me and no justice has been done.

Today I am better but I don’t talk to my parents like I used to. No more whining, no baby yips for attention, and the excitement I had when I saw my humans is not there anymore. They damaged me. They hurt me. I won’t be the same again and it make my mom cry a lot.

I need justice. I need them to pay for their criminal actions.

This Is My River


This is my river. I love it. Its just down the street from my house so I try to go there once a week during the warm days. I have to leave my necklace and rope on because the water is powerful in some places and I don’t want to get washed away.

This is my river. There are many like it, but this one is mine.

My river is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.

My river, without me, is useless. Without my river, I am useless….


Summer Snow


I was freezing. There was snow on the ground and it was still coming down. Its summer, why is it snowing? It’s too cold for my small paws. Two minutes out there and I was shivering. I had to come back inside and curl up with my humans hat. It was super toasty and I slept like a puppy. Today is the perfect day for chewing bones by the window and watching the snow outside our big box.

That’s On My Noggin


A cup? What do I look like? Your table? I guess so. Mom wanted to test my balance and put this cup on my nog to see if I can hold still long enough for a picture. Well I did it. I sat there for at least one whole minute. It was so hard for me to hold still. I was shaking and a little scared it was going to fall off. I made it to the end. Glad mom grabbed it when she did cause it felt like it was going to fall down.