
My mom calls me Wild Thing and Nutso sometimes when my wolflike-features arise. I was so happy on my early walk yesterday and today because I finally actually caught my prey. Yesterday I got hold of a chipmunk on the way to the park. Mom was very mad that I went for the chipmunk even though I didn't actually kill it. It ran away when I dropped it but mom said I was mean. Then she reminded herself that God made me with these instincts and I was just doing what God made me to do. I think she was mostly disappointed in herself for not protecting the little cute chipmunk better--after all, she was holding my leash.
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I am so proud and happy! |
I almost got a squirrel on the way home when I jumped up a tree at full height, but it managed to get higher before I got him. Sorry no picture, mom didn't have her camera with her.
Today, dad was holding the leash when I rummaged in the bushes and caught a sparrow! That one I did kill. Maybe I should be nicknamed killer, although I don't look mean, do I?

I felt like celebrating so when mom and dad went out for about an hour to play Pickleball, I went after mom's fury black slippers that were ontop of her dresser. I had great fun tearing apart the one and was ready to start on the other when they came back and went crazy yelling at me calling me a very bad dog. I didn't get pet by either one of them and both of them yelled at me and kept at it until dad finally decided to take me for a walk to the mailbox. I am in big trouble now--I may need to find a new home. Mom did say she was glad no screens were ruined, but that from now on I have to go in my den (cage) when they leave because I can't be trusted.
I only slipped up today. She had those slippers there for a long time. She got them after I tore up her other pair of slippers like these. She mentioned something about them costing $70--they are Indian moccasins that she liked a lot. I think she should let me have the other one too. What good does just one slipper do her?
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