Post-Kennel Confessions...

Can you believe that my human had the nerve to go on a whirlwind of a trip to another continent and had the nerve to leave my cute doggie behind under lock and key at my friendly vet's kennel? Don't worry, I have launched a full out assault on the carpet until I feel that she has completely paid for her lack of devotion and compassion as the fortunate posessor of one said Frankie dog. She went thousands and thousands of miles and didn't even bring me back a gouda-flavored bone...though, I've been sniffing all the yummy cheese that she did bring back and it has got my name written all over it. If I can just figure out how to open the door of the frig, I'll be sure to lick every bit of it so she won't have any choice but to give it to me.

I've learned from her stories that saliva sort of grosses her out. Something about her sister with the smelly feet licking all her Girl Scout cookies when she was little so no one would eat them. My human didn't touch them - but the other sister...the one who keeps hold of my REAL owner - she had no hesitation about eating prior-licked cookies. I don't think that I would have any hesitations either. But then again, I eat anything and never ask where it has been. And so far it has worked to my advantage. I hardly ever get sick and I owe all that to my stomach of steel. Each new find is a true testament to the fact that I am really supposed to just sit, sample and snack for the fortitude of my frolicking days.

Oh my, this typing makes me quite tired as I am out of the synch of my creative scheduling. You know what that means...time for a little snack and some reapplication of the ointment to my self-afflicted wound at the kennel. Yep, I scraped off the top of my nose again to make myself even more pathetic and heartbreaking when my human picked me up. For the record, it didn't work...and what a waste of an adorable nose!