Sometimes I like to play with my Stretchy Pig with the rabbits. I guess they're okay to play with; they don't really do much or anything, but they're sort of nice to be around. And they don't try to take my things.
Pepe takes SUCH a long time to eat. It drives me crazy. My food is gone in a second, and then I have to just wait wait wait until he finishes his so I can lick out his bowl. When the people aren't watching, sometimes I just move in and eat the rest of his food before he's done. You can't blame me; I'm hungry and he's just so slow.
I like to move my bed around; it normally lives inside the box that they make me sleep in sometimes, but my preference is to be free, so I like to drag my bed around the house. I won't be controlled--I'm Taz!
Kate, Mom's friend from North Carolina, visited us last week and is now gone. I don't know why she left. She was really fun and spent a lot of time with us, kissing and snuggling and playing with us. But now she's gone and I'm pretty depressed. She also spent a lot of time with the cats, which I don't really get, but now she's gone.
The people here don't like it when I poo inside. They get all mad about it and shove me out that little door into the cold. I have never seen THEM poo outside, in the dirt and rocks, where it's cold and doesn't smell good, so I'm not sure why they think that I would do that. I'm Taz, after all.
Two weeks ago my mom went into the hospital to get spayed. I got spayed too a bunch of years ago but don't remember it much. My mom's been in a lot of pain and has a hard time with recovery, so I've been doing my best to snuggle up with her and give her my best sympathetic eyes that I can do. My dad calls me her hyster sister.
Stretchy Pig is my very best friend in the whole world. I got him when I first arrived at my new home, and he's been with me every since. I can't be without him for very long, and when I first wake up in the morning or come out of my box in the afternoon, the first thing I do, after going outside to pee, is to find Stretchy Pig and run him around the house. I feel that he needs to tour the entire house a few times in my mouth in order to get the day started again. I really love my stretchy pig.
Because our mom and dad are writers, it was about time that we got our own blog too. Because we don't play well together, our posts from here on out will be separate, and you can decide for yourself who among us is the better writer!