Revenge and Upcoming Events

As my readers know my mom emotionally abused me the other day, what with not taking me to the party and all.  But I got her back.  She and grandma went out to dinner, leaving me at home as usual.  So in the three hours in which they were gone I made sure to do as much damage as possible, it's not an easy job to destroy things and leave evidence in every room on the first floor but I did my best.  I started in the foyer with my moms work bag (what a fool, she left it on the floor in plain view and reach).  The bag was a gold mine; papers, pens, gum and socks.  All easily destroyed and scattered throughout the foyer and into the living room.  Being of above average intelligence I knew better than to eat the gum, so instead I pulled out each piece and shredded the pack.  Next I trotted to the front room where I found my uncle's tennis stringing contraption.  Obviously the contraption was off limits, mostly because its composed of metal and I wouldn't even know how to go about destroying it.  But I found his wicker storage box containing tennis balls, string and grips. I LOVE wicker, its so satisfying to chew.  And chew I did! I broke the top of the box, destroyed a package of string and ate one of my uncle's power bars. To finish off my rampage I ripped apart papers, chewed on my mom's socks and broke a pen.  Then I went to sleep.  The lesson of this story? Allow me to go to birthday parties, or suffer the consequences.


In other news, I have something huge to share: I, Diggy, will be conducting my first interview and hosting my first guest blogger sometime in the next week.  I'll say no more.

What am I plotting next?

Finally, a photo of my infamous bug hunting

Apparently Mom Doesn't Love Me Best

 I'm devastated, just devastated.  Today my mom did something I never imagined she was capable of, she exhibited a truly wretched side of herself and perhaps has altered my perception of her forever.   You're probably thinking to yourself "what could that wonderful woman who worships the ground he walks on have done?" I'll tell you.  She forbade me from going to my first canine birthday party EVER.  I've NEVER been invited to one and today I got an invitation but she said no.  Just ripped my heart right out of my little furry chest.  Oh the opportunity!  Oh the fun I surely missed out on...The party was at the law office and there were two dogs in attendance; Fiona (who is my cousin once removed) and Rocky (the birthday girl who I haven't actually ever met but that's beside the point).  You could tell it was a really special day for everyone.  I know this because the party guests weren't limited to Rocky and Fiona, there were also 8 humans who stopped whatever important lawyerly work they were doing and happily attended so they could watch Rocky and Fiona eat ice cream made especially for dogs.  After the delicious ice cream (or at least I imagine it was delicious, I wouldn't know obviously since my mom ruins everything) Rocky and Fiona gleefully chased each other around the office, played with toys and stole paper. I would have adored that :(  I don't know if I will ever recover from this...I'm a sensitive soul, easily wounded and well, a betrayal like this...only time will tell.  

There should have been Three of these.

Fiona enjoying a joy I'll never know

**The writer does acknowledge that perhaps his mom had a reason for not allowing him to go to the party.  The reason being that one of the writers girlfriends (Ashley) stopped by today to take the writer on a walk.  He supposes there is a slight chance that his mom was attempting to preserve the relationship, as opposed to ruin all of his fun.  Maybe. 

**The writer's mom would like to point out the hilarity of a fancy law firm organizing a party for Rocky, sending out an email, rounding up everyone in the office so we can watch the dogs eat dog ice cream while eating human ice cream. Such a fun idea, I definitely anticipate dog birthday parties this fall (and I know Chelsea will agree). 

Life of A Jet Setting Puppy - Part B, Diggys Comments on Celestial Marriage

I'm taking jet setting in a slightly different direction today, I'm not going to be talking about jet setting in the literal sense (i.e. moves, planes from coast to coast) but rather in a personal sense.  As I've discussed in the past, my mom tends to be a bit clingy - I don't think she has accepted that I am a man and with manhood comes changes. I also have discussed how I used to think that maybe Mochi was my girlfriend, in fact it was a source of great debate - is she my girlfriend or my sister? Anyway, the issue is now moot because I've moved onto another woman, two women to be exact.  And despite all my mom's clinginess she must have sensed that this day, or days, would come because I noticed that she started reading a book called "The 19th Wife," a novel depicting Brigham Young's 19th wife and her ultimate unreasonable rejection of polygamy.  The only conclusion I can reach regarding my mom's book selection is that she is doing background research as I have made a huge decision in my life- I have finally taken a girlfriend, well two to be specific.  It's just amazing and I can't help but gush; these women literally knocked on my door and fell into my life. When does that happen! I knew as well as anyone that Mr./Mrs. Right won't just literally appear on your door step, YOU have to make it happen.  Or so I thought! I couldn't be happier with this turn on events, and when I first met Kerrie I said to myself "She's the one," but then I met Ashley about two weeks later and I thought to myself.."or is SHE the one."  Its then that I realized that I don't need to choose, I can take both and I have Big Love and a complex religious history to thank for that.

    Now I'm sure you're wondering how and perhaps even why these women suddenly appeared in my life - although the why part of the consideration is just a touch ridiculous because I'm a catch.  I don't know how to explain it other than they literally just showed up.  Kerrie appeared one day and much to my joy the first thing she wanted to do was take me on a walk, if that's not love then I don't know what is! It's odd because she only stayed about 20 minutes or so but perhaps she was just so overwhelmed by emotion.  The next day she came again, and the next! Also taking me on walks, cooing over how wonderful I am and giving me treats.  I can tell she's obsessed because she writes all her thoughts on this piece of paper, for example:

 "What am awesome doggy! (duh) So wonderful to see and meet him.  The weather was great, after Diggy went pee he wanted to sun bathe, what a great little man.  I'll see him again soon."

So after a week or so after I met Kerrie I realized we were meant to be together.  Then....I met Ashley and things became complicated.  Ashley brings out a totally different side of me and it would be just foolish to let someone so wonderful go.  I have to admit, I do find it a bit odd that she too keeps a detailed journal of our outings together - those should be private.  And I'm also cautious because dare I say she is borderline infatuated with me.  Look what she has to say about me:

"What an angel! I'm currently in love with Sir Diggy.  He's very well behaved (because I'm a gentlemen) and full of puppy love."

Kerrie was more reserved with her love while Ashley is quite forthright, as a man I initially felt inclined to exercise some caution.  Particularly after this note:

"A slower start today  It's as if he didn't remember me from yesterday.  Once I got a milkbone he came around.  He rolled in the grass a lot - adorable! Hope this is the beginning of our relationship. <3 Ashley."

So as you can see, I was forced to exhibit some restraint - but that was temporary.  Now Ashley and I are in love, as are Kerrie and I, we will see what the future holds for the three of us.

Life of a Jet-Setting Puppy, Part A.

Hello dear readers, I know I know - I've been gone far longer than I anticipated.  Almost a month which is both inconsiderate and neglectful of my fan base.  All I can say is that I had to turn my attention elsewhere. So back to my life and what's been happening.  After finals were over my mom and Aunt Heather reached a decision clearly spurred by lack of logic and pure idiocy. They decided to move their entire apartment on their own in essentially one day. Fools, what undeniable fools.  Luckily for them their waif-like friend helped out, but as I just said - she is a waif so it was a shoe by shoe process.  Now here is the best part, they did ALL this work to move basically DOWN THE HALL.  And now for the worst of it -- they had no regard for how their decision would affect Mochi and I. It was particularly cruel to do to me as I had no time to recover from my sympathy stress (induced by finals, see previous post).  Moves are upsetting for canines, especially for a canine as stupid as Mochi - there is just no way she can comprehend what is going on, while I was able to ultimately contain much of stress. Given my high intellect, I surmised that we were moving so I slept for the first 5 hours while Mochi paced and cried.  Though I have to admit, my strength and resolve began to waiver about 5:00 pm when moms room was nearly empty and I began to wonder, would she take me with her?? She did of course.  The new place is nice, though moms room is smaller and unfortunately her bathroom is separate which makes laying on the rug watching her shower very difficult because she is forced to close the door. Its terrible. I naturally figured out we had a new place immediately, Mochi from last I heard still runs to the other apartment.

SO after a huge move and unbeknownst to me, yet again, mom decides to make ANOTHER move and this one was just beyond traumatizing.  She put me on a plane and shipped me across the country, AGAIN.  Thank god this time she didn't force me to fly in a sweater but nonetheless it was upsetting and I have a hunch that mom wasn't surrounded by luggage and terrifying noises for 5 hours.  I have to admit though...the move was somewhat worth it, I have a yard and my own playhouse and there's an abundance of bugs just begging to be tracked and destroyed as my prey.

I don't have any photos yet from this summers activities but here is a short sampling of what I have to come.

Lots of running on the deck

working on my butterfly time

Fighting with my nemesis: Mick. [while simultaneously
trying to steal Beth's lounge chair].