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As usual mom let all of us out this morning before dawn. I, as usual, ran the fence line to see if we had any unwanted guests during the night.

Mom was standing on the porch with her flashlight when she heard me and Hilde barking; Wooly is such a wuss. Wooly immediately ran back to where mom was standing, while we waited on mom to come to where we were. Wooly wouldn’t budge an inch. He stayed on the porch as mom came walking towards us.

When mom got to where we were, she shined her flashlight on the ground where we were standing and barking. She finally found the hole something dug under the fence. I should say tried to dig under the fence. Our fence has these little lines of wire that go into the dirt just so we can’t dig our way out (not that we would). But those little wires keep things out of our yard as well as keeping us in. Mom and dad went to a lot of trouble to keep us safe. I reckon that’s why I try and keep mom and dad safe.

The other night when mom and I went to bed, Hilde didn’t come with us. I wondered why but couldn’t ask.

The next morning when we got up, and mom was fixing breakfast for us, Hilde came wandering down the hall toward the kitchen. She was all happy; I wondered if it was because she smelled bacon or if it was to see me. I should have known better. She bypassed me on the floor by mom and stuck her nose up by the frying bacon.

Don’t get me wrong, I know Hilde loves me and mom, but her stomach was guiding her actions. She couldn’t help it. Like all of us, the urge to eat is strong, especially when it’s bacon.

Have you heard of or seen the commercial about Beggin’ Strips? If not, you should not watch it. No matter what that commercial says, those strips are not as good as bacon. Oh, they might be for those of us that have never had real bacon. But, mom says artificial anything is not good for us. And, since those strips must have artificial flavor, they can’t be good for us. Need I say more?

At any rate, Hilde must have thought she missed out on something, because she hasn’t had a sleepover with Kasha since then. I can’t get Hilde to tell me what happened during her hiatus, so I guess I’ll just nose around and see if Paul tells mom what they did.

I know you know what nightmares are, but do you know what a doggiemare is? Well, I’m going to explain it the best I can.

Please understand that I can only speak from personal experience. Last night was a doozy. I went to bed with mom as usual, and as usual, checked out the little front yard, the side yard, and the driveway by looking through the windows. I thought I saw something on the other side of the driveway; there is a stand of trees over where critters like to hide. I watched for a few minutes and didn’t see any more movement, so I went to sleep. It’s really not hard to sleep when I cuddle up to mom. I woke up when mom started petting me and whispering soothing sounds like “sssssssssssh, it’s okay, mom’s got you.” Then I remembered.

I was out in the big front yard playing with Hilde when something crawled through the chain-link fence into the yard. Since Hilde was there, I wasn’t too afraid but was still very cautious. It was up by our lilac bush and was trying to stay hidden. I went very slowly, looking back to make sure Hilde was with me just in case I needed her. I am a very brave little dog, but it’s always nice to have backup. I heard something rustling around in the dead leaves under the bush.

Hilde must have heard it, too, because she charged the bush and scared me to death at the same time. It came out from under the bush like an arrow shot by William Tell. It started right for me, and I wasn’t about to back down, so I crouched and waited. It didn’t take long for it to reach me, and by this time, Kasha had joined in the fray. It shot right by me but not before it ran over my foot. I jumped up and gave chase but to no avail. It slithered toward the front gate and right out. I barked and barked until I thought I saw it turn around and charge me. I guess that’s when mom woke me up because I was running for my life, at least in my doggiemare.

I was okay after mom soothed me and calmed me down. She told me that she wouldn’t let anything get me. I believe her, too.

Mom is so good to us. She made us stew for tonight’s supper. If you have never had lean meat, celery, carrots, onions, and potatoes on a pristine white bed of rice, you don’t know what you are missing.

I could hardly contain myself today as the stew was simmering on the stove. It smelled so good; in fact, it was good enough to eat. I personally didn’t think it could taste better than it smelled while it cooked. But, once again, I have been proven wrong. Hilde, Wooly, and Kasha agree with me (like they really had a choice) that it was the best supper we have had all week, but you never can know for sure, it’s only Tuesday.

We have been without a garbage container since last Wednesday, and that’s a long time. Well, someone brought a new one today, but it’s not the same one.

Whoever brought this one left it up by the mailbox, and that’s a pretty good walk for mom. I watched her through the window, though, just in case she needed me. I’m not sure what I would have done besides bark had she gotten in trouble, because I can’t open the door or window. At any rate, this new container is blue, and mom loves the color, but it is not as large as our old one. She told me that she hopes it will hold all of our garbage, and believe me, we have a lot of garbage. Humans collect a lot of trash. I sure am glad I don’t contribute to it.

I told you yesterday that mom was going to bake a pineapple upside cake, and she did. I also told you that I would like it, and I half-liked it.

Mom let me lick the bowl, and it was good; so, I figured I would like the baked version as well. I was wrong. I liked the cake part, but I really did not like the pineapple part. I thought that I would like all fruit, but, again, I was wrong.

I like grapes, but mom won’t let me have ‘em anymore; she says they’re bad for me. I believe her. I like apples, and I get to have some once in a while. I like peaches but not the kind in a can. I like pears, too, but not in a can. I guess I am a fresh-fruit kind of person. Maybe I would like pineapple if it were fresh, but not cooked I can assure you.