1) Ate weight in treats, including Snausages, Eukanuba biscuits, JIF Peanut Butter, peanut-butter flavored dog cookies and "these tasteless piece-of-crap generic chewy treats that The Mama bought on sale at the PetSmart, in bulk, which I am forced to feign excitement over but really just spit back out when she's not looking."

2) Bullied dead bird from clutches of arch enemy, one Kit E. Kat, who roams outside in our yard, uninvited. Brought to The Daddy. Freaked out The Mama.

3) Stepped directly onto The Mama's throat while she was in the midst of a Friday afternoon cat nap. Barked. Sniffed own crotch.

4) Had bath. Rejected societal pressure to remain "clean" and "pretty" for more than 48 hours and by Hour 49, proceeded to roll around in the mud with best friend and neighbor, Frank.

5) Wore jingle-bell collar despite Powerpoint slideshow presentation arguing that by wearing any holiday-themed attire before December we were only giving into the hoopla and hype of the season earlier than necessary, all in a subsequent effort to get us to buy things. Enjoyed pretty sound made when trotting along street, rethought position.

6) Finished reading "The Year of Magical Thinking" by Joan Didion, way before The Mama. Found it to be an "achingly honest and emotional reflection on grief. A difficult read but powerful and poignant in a way that no memoir on the subject has captured for me in my four months on earth." Asked The Mama how to sign up for own Amazon Reader Review profile. Rebuked by The Mama for drooling over keyboard as well as for swiping The Mama's Amazon.com Visa without permission.

7) Played with brother, Finnbar, during visit to Joliet for Thanksgiving. Barked at by Piper. Attempted to convince JP and Lynette that I was "The Good Puppy" and went into box on first command. Results of efforts inconclusive at this time.

8) Perched front paws on Grandma's lap. Had discussion about how she gets her pie crust so flaky.

9) Convinced The Daddy to leave me out of the box for the evening. Rearranged furniture to liking. Switched it back when The Mama woke up angry from banging toe into unsuspecting wine cabinet now placed in doorway. Peed and pooped on faux-Oriental rug in dining room in act of defiance.

10) Listened to Rachael Yamagata and Queen of Soul: The Atlantic Recordings on constant loop. Howled out "Ain't No Way" and "Reason Why" until The Mama agreed to adding more wet dog food to bowl. Rebuked, again.

11) Watched first-half of season six of Sex and The City with The Mama. Made fun of everything having to do with Sarah Jessica Parker's character, up to and including the Hotel Venus tattoo tights she wore in the second scene of episode 83. Proclaimed them to be "Hideous! Ghastly!" Demanded cocktail.

12) Slept. Pooped. Barked. Cuddled with The Mama on couch. Gave kisses. Sniffed own crotch.

Posted by Erin at 08:09 AM | filed under: Glin

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