I think I am starting to irritate dad. Not the kind of irritation that can be resolved with a quick scratch. We’re talking about the kind that could send me away. Not that he could ever do that; he has a minority voting interest in any decisions about me. Mom decides everything about me and she would never let me go! Here’s the problem. For the past couple of days mom has gone camping with sis. I’m sure mom is really at a hotel. She is not the camping type. Anyways I wanted to go along with mom and sis but they forgot me. So I tried to make a hole in the door. This is wood door we are talking about; according to dad it will take two years for me to tunnel through it. This is probably not good for my teeth – good that mom found a fabulous doggie dentist. I know I am wrecking the door. I do try to open the door knob but all I ever do is lock it. Mom we need dog friendly door knobs around here. It might reduce the dentist bills! When dad got back from taking mom and sis to the meeting point for the camping trip he found me standing by a pile of wood shavings from the door. He yelled at me. This was a problem. I can’t understand a word he is saying. Even if I could I would take the route sis takes; ignore him [until we need something]. The problem was not that I was getting yelled at; the problem is that mom wasn’t here to defend me. So I had to coward to him. Don’t worry about me. When mom comes home I will use the whole thing to get sympathy from her. Note to self; when dad tells mom story make sad, sad eyes.

The evening got better. Dad was cutting the lawn and left the outside doors open so I could see him. Guess what? I can get through a screen door in a couple of minutes. Once I got through I ran to help him cut the lawn. He was not happy – I think “mad” better describes him. He got off the lawn mower and YELLED. I had one thought as he yelled – Mom get here quick.

I tried to make up to him on Saturday. It was just us guys. I always heard guys like to sit around farting and scratching. I did my part. Dad didn’t appreciate any of it. He told me to get lost. Anyways the whole farting was his fault. He made me my favorite food – chunks of grass from the mower deck. I know he leaves them on the lawn just for me to eat. Just like mom says – if you don’t want me to eat snacks don’t have them around. Same applies to grass chunks!

Gotta go – need to work on the sad eyes. I can’t wait for the girls to get back!

Well, today I went to the doggy dentist. And then mom left me there. I don't remember much. EXCEPT - for some odd reason, my mom feed me a really nice snack around 10pm last night. AND I got nothing for breakfast. Absolutely nothing. Heh - a dog's gotta right to eat.

Then mom left me with the dentist.

Then, dad picked me up. Apparently what happened is: They took out one of my big back teeth, and did a root canal on one of my canine teeth.

But the worst part - I can now eat again, but only 1 lousy little tablespoon of food an hour for tonight.

Dad thinks the worse part is - he thinks HE should be getting a nice big flat screen TV...Apparently the doggy dentist will be getting the big flat screen TV instead.

I'm off for a snooze...z.z.z.z.z.z.z.

I got to go see Dr. Beachum today. He is my very own personal doctor. Dr. Beachum suggested I go see one of his Dr. friends, a doggy dentist. Apparently I have a slab fracture on one of my main teeth. This is probably good news though, I like slabs. As in a slab of bacon. A slab of ribs. You get the picture.

Dr. Beachum gave me two shots. Just normal things. Otherwise, I can't go to the Woofdorf-Astoria Doggy Hotel and day spa next month. Apparently all shots need to be up to date. The lepto shot was ok. Mommy said I didnt' even flinch. The shot for kennel cough was in my nose. I flinched for that one. Cheryl (not my mom, but one of the Cheryl's that works with Dr. Beachum) said I hardly flinched at all, compared to some of the other doggies.

I'm lonely during the day now. Sis is never home. Something about a place called school. But that is OK. I just like to sleep during the day. Especially if someone plays tennis ball with me in the morning. Dad forgot one day this week. He isn't the normal "play tennis ball" in the morning person. Mom is. She had to go to and early morning meeting this week. That is why dad was there. Apparently, he forgot the routine.