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Song sung dog

Ani and I ran away from the two-leggeds to do our guarding job last night when the two-legged went into their bed thing. They always want us to come with them, but we knew we had a job to do.

Funny that the two-leggeds never seem to appreciate that guarding job... especially when we do it during the dark times.

While guarding we found the invader and hunted it. We wrote a song about it...

Armadillo by morning, I'll catch that animal,
If I have to bark all night, and ignore them when they call.
I've got a great sense of smell,
It serves me real well,
I don't need to see 'em in the dark.
So armadillo by morning,
at armadillo I will bark.

Do you think we will get a platinum, framed doggy biscuit for that one?

The two-leggeds didn't seem to like it. We think they didn't anyways because they came out to stop our composing about every hour until it was almost light time again.

Two-leggeds are funny that way.

The missing letter from Pistol about beavers

Hi again Scraps, Quigs and Ani,

My girl two legged was laughing at our web talk. She explained that two leggeds call themselves P-pole. I think we would get in a lot of trouble if we did what that sounds like (kinda like trees), but if that’s what she wants, okay. I can laugh too! Last night I sort of wanted to take her up on it when she called me a “stupid dog” just because I asked to go out in the middle of the sleeping time. I know she doesn’t like it but when ya gotta go ya gotta go! How is that stupid? It’s a good thing for her I’m not a boy. She did say she was sorry for calling me stupid at food time though. I felt better until the parakeet (a little cheeky blue bird that lives in a wire house) said “stupid dog”. Oh well, how smart can you be if you talk P-pole?

I think we have a beaver here at my place too. My very tall P-pole feeds it logs and puts the leftovers in a pile. He calls it “getting ready for winter”. I know what winter is. It’s the stay inside by the warm fire place time. I think “beaver” is the right name for that growly thing because I heard my girl P-pole laughing and telling my furry faced P-pole that she found a food story about cooking beaver tail. I thought that thing was the mouth because that seems to be where the teeth are. Humm. Considering how it smells, I don’t think I want her to give me my (usually) favorite Pre Wash job. I sure hope “getting ready for winter” is not making the beavers fat so we can eat them all cold time. Yuck!

Pistol

What are they called? More from Pistol

From Pistol's Purr-sun -
Pistol says that no matter what I say, it is beneath her to call me P-pole. She also has a problem with U-man. She says it's okay for the boys but I'm not a man. She thinks maybe Purrr-sun is okay. She misses her cat who disappeared about a month ago, and she likes the sun that makes the floor warm at the front door.

How big is the pack?

Lots of sun-times there were other people here at the farm. They built funny people nests, even one that had a big pool of water in it. They ate with our pack-people, some good smelling food. They made lots of mouth sounds with our people. They spent full moon nights out walking with our whole pack.
Then they went away in their little trucks and did not come back. It has been 2 sun times now. Ani went looking for the other people. He stayed at the people nest they call "Yurt" so he could tell the new-pack people he missed them. But they are still not back. Our man-human went and found Ani and brought him back to the camper.
Our humans are moving the stuff in the meadow around.
People are confusing.

The two-leggeds and their new pet... we think it's a beaver

For the past couple sun-times, the two leggeds have been staying at the farm place longer. When we are all there, though, they yell at us. Don't they know that Anakin wasn't going to bite the goat things or the sheep things. He was only making sure they stayed where they were supposed to. He is a shepherd dog!!

And if that weren't stupid enough, the two-leggeds then started hanging their colored, flappy, furless skin things on pieces of string between trees. Trees are good to... you know... but hanging stuff on them?

And then they used a noisy growly thing (and they didn't yell at the noisy growly thing even though it was much noisier and growlier than we are and they yell at us when we are noisy and growly and we're just trying to warn them). This other thing was maybe just saying it was hungry because it sure ate up a part of the tree. It ate so much that the tree just fell right over. Maybe it's a beaver.

They dragged the trees over to a pile. I think they're going to feed the beaver thing more later.

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The dogs seem to love having people comment on their adventures, or at least they like the attention I give them when I share the stories with them. The latest adventure from their friend Pistol seems to have them plotting something! (-jen)

Hi again Quigley, Scrappers & Ani,

Guess what I got to do today. I got to eat out!

I asked, very nicely, to go outside, and my very tall two-legged had to tear himself away from the colored box he sits in front of and talks to. When I got out side and got done with my dirt roll, I found the fence open. Woo Hoo! I used to get to go patrol my grounds a lot more but I think my two legggeds must have made the fence higher because I just cannot get over it like I used to. They explained about the High Way and how dangerous it is and how I should stay close to their living place. Maybe the high fence is the High Way because I hurt my back last time I tried to get over it. Anyway, I got to go visit all the shiny cans with the wonderful food in them. Then I got to go roll in the big brown and white moooo's yard across the long, black hard spot. Then my girl two legged came home and found me in the middle of the black spot deciding where the next snack should come from. She was not very happy with "that darn kid" but we don't have any goats, so I am not sure what she meant. I'm just glad she was not mad at me. We girls have to stick together, no matter how many legs we have! Now I'm back in the two legged's place and am scratching up a nice comfortable sleeping spot from the strange fur coats my two leggeds shed every sleeping time. My tummy needs a rest.

Pistol