Dog Journal 5 - The Puppy Thief

 
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Ever since I moved in with these guys, I've been working on convincing them to spoil me. And I'm super good at it, being the cute one and all. It helps to know a few good tricks too, like the dancing and the sitting and the other things that get applause.

And the best thing is that I have this roommate too. And he's got all the toys and cool stuff to play with. So I play with all the toys. All of them. Whatever he has I will have. In fact, he's got something right now and I just have to investigate further.

Yes, I have been watching him chew that bone for a while now. Our friend gave it to him earlier, but he's made the mistake of chewing it out here in the open. Eventually he'll leave it to go do something. Then I will make my move.

Soon it will be mine. I don't know why I even need this one, I've already piled up quite a few other ones from before. Maybe it's the challenge, the game that we must play in order for me to win the prize.

There's just one problem, I just can't figure out why he gets so mad at me when we play the game. And he won't really play back either, despite my big pile of toys I've stacked up in my little bed. They just sit there while he sniffs and snorts in frustration that I've taken them away from him. But he never tries taking any of them back. So my pile of stuff just gets bigger and bigger.

The only time anything ever leaves my stash is when our friend finds out what I've been doing and gives them back to my buddy. Which is cool because it sort of resets our little game so we can continue playing. If not, I'd have everything piled up without anything more to take away from him.

And he's the really big pupper too, far bigger than little puppy me. I'm not scared of his growls though, he's all bark and no bite. The only thing he does is sit his big bushy tail on me so I get all confused. I'm onto his game now, and he's got to try super hard to get me with his dazzle tail whip attacks. I is the fast girl and no one can catch me.

Well, not really. Our friend has the quick paws and can snatch me up from wherever and whenever I'm least expecting it. I don't know if I'll ever be that fast. Perhaps when I get all growed up I can be even sneakier. I'll figure it out.

But oh well, my friend has just left his bone to go get a drink of water. Looks like it's time for me to add this one to my pile of toys I've sneaked away. Maybe I'll get some socks later too, just because.