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Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #1
(January 2007)

Title: "I am a VERY GOOD DOG!"

Me and Dewey are playing foster brother and sister to THAT RED DOG. I haven't decided if I like him yet. Mom can't figure out a nickname for him. Me and Dewey are nicknamed "Black dog" (me - 'cause I am black) and "Brown dog" (Dewey - 'cause he is brown). That RED DOG's name is Red - so Mom can't nickname him "Red dog." I keep telling her she could call him "Orange Spotted with white dots dog", but she doesn't like that. I don't know why.His picture is here - what do you think?

He is a smart dog. The first time Mom went out three times in the same day, THAT RED DOG chewed Mom's summer Sunday shoes. Mom was upset.I showed him how we complain in this dog family by putting Mom's bunny in the middle of the dining room floor. I told him that that way we show Mom how bad we COULD have been, but weren't. That works much better and Mom knows we were upset and doesn't yell.

The next thing I know, THAT RED DOG is putting shoes on top of the bunny. All left shoes. From three or four pairs of shoes. THAT RED DOG could have been REAL BAD - but wasn't. Mom hid the shoes when she got home, but THAT RED DOG is real good at finding unprotected shoes and putting them in the middle of the dining room floor. He hasn't eaten any shoes since I showed him how dogs in our house complain. He is smart.

Well, at least sometimes. I can't teach him not to bark at cars. He just KNOWS that they are dangerous and he needs to protect Mom and the yard from them. We think he got hit by a car when his leg got broke at one of his other homes. Dewey sprained his knee once sliding on ice. Mom carried him up and down the stairs several times a day. He liked it lots and made believe his knee still hurt once it got better. Mom found it - after that Dewey had to walk up and down the stairs. We would have taken real good care of a broken-legged dog. He likes this home and wants to keep it safe. That is good, but barking at cars all the time isn't.

I am teaching him to protect the house from squirrels.We sit on the window-couch and watch out the window. With THAT RED DOG here, squirrels will NOT invade out house. I know this - Me and THAT RED DOG will keep Mom and Dewey safe!

Maybe we should keep him . . .

Spirit

Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #2
"But They Were MY TOYS. . . "

I thought I liked that Red dog. He plays well. I liked him SO much that I let him have my turn on Mom's bed.

When I first came and joined our pack, Mom decided to let us sleep on the bed with her for the first 30 minutes of nighttime. Dewey and I couldn't decide
who got to fit comfy on the bed. Mom used to sleep in one of those small beds. Then she got another one when her Mom and Dad died, and now all of us can fit on the bed if we snuggle.

Anyway, when Mom only had the SMALL bed, both Me and Dewey didn't fit nice and comfy at the same time. So we had arguments over who got the best
spot. I didn't like losing. Dewey was top dog and I didn't like having our spots on the bed show that. So I did a comprymise. Dewey got to be the night dog,and I got to be the morning/day dog. I got
the better spot, 'cause day is bigger. When Mom took her after- preaching nap on Sunday, I got the spot on the bed!

(Oh, these WERE my toys. I really liked playing with the octopus and the frog.)

Red was feeling unwanted when he first got here. Probably 'cause his other owners either didn't want him or lost him. Red said that he spent a lot of time in the real dog jail called "THE POUND." I told him I got to do that before I met our Mom, but that Mom really wants her dogs and takes good care of them. I said him our Mom wouldn't lose us - she got that microchip thing that people use to tell who we are if we lose our collars. He didn't believe me and wanted to know how he could earn a spot in our pack. I told him he already had one, but he still didn't believe me.

So I let him know that he belonged by letting him have my morning/day bed spot. I thought maybe we both could fit, but I wanted him to feel welcome so I let him have the spot all to himself the first week. Unfortunately, he figured out how to take up all the dog-half of the bed. I only get a bed spot now for the Sunday naps, 'cause all three of us get one.

Then he started feeling better and playing. He gives me lots of exercise, and even give Mom exercise, too. Then he ate one toy. I didn't mind, 'cause that was a funny looking toy that I didn't play with. Then he ate another toy. That was Dewey's favorite, so I didn't mind that one either. Then he ate another, and another. THEN HE ATE MY SECOND FAVORITE TOY. If Mom hadn't hid my favorite toy, he would have even eaten that one. But I can't play with a toy that Mom has hidden!

THAT RED DOG likes to pull the stuffing out of toys. He doesn't know what Mom means when she tells him to "be easy", but I do. Dewey used to eat my toys, too. But only when we were playing with them. He didn’t go around searching for toys to eat. But THAT RED DOG does. He eats my supper and then he eats my toys.

That is NOT NICE. I have no fun toys to play with. I am not sure I like him any more - especially since he won't give me back my morning/day dog spot on the bed.

Spirit P

Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #3
"But That was My NEW Toy. . . "

Mom bought a new toy. She brought it in the house in the dog store bag. Because it was late, she got her supper ready before putting things away. She even fed us dogs. We have three plates near the dishwasher on the table side of the kitchen.

Then she started to put everything away, and MY NEW TOY was no longer in the bag. She thought the dog store people had forgotten to put it
in the bag. Then she went to check her e-mail, and my new toy was there on the floor in the computer room.

MY NEW TOY NO LONGER HAD ANY EARS!

THAT RED DOG has taken it out of the bag and eaten off the ears. I don't even empty Mom's shopping bags for her. I know better. Mom told that Red Dog to go in the corner. She was nicer that I would have been. She was laughing. I wasn't, I was VERY upset. I have NO toys that are fluffy to play with, and fluffy toys are my favorite kind - especially those I can make squeak!

THAT RED DOG ate Mom's church shoes, again. A different pair. He got put in the corner. Mom bought two pairs of shoes. She put one in the closet and wore one to church yesterday for the first time. She left those shoes in the bathroom.

This morning that new pair had no insert. Just like my new toy has no ears. That Red dog was told to go downstairs and Mom shut the door. Mom wasn't laughing this time. Red is no longer allowed in the bathroom when Mom goes in. That makes me happy, 'cause that is a good time to get petted. Mom has only two hands, and with only Me and Dewey allowed in the bathroom we don't have to share.

How come Red didn't get banned from the kitchen when he took my toy out of the dog store bag? I could eat his share of food that Mom puts in the three dog dishes. Dewey doesn’t need more food. I
always need more food. Mom says I am getting fat, but I like my figure. It keeps me warm when I go outside in the cold. It gets as cold a 15 degrees below zero outside in the morning. Then I need
more me to stay warm.

Spirit
NOT a fat dog

Oh, Mom's book is here. And Mom's special poem is here.


Home Products Reviews Order Online About Kathleen Chesnut Kathleen's Page Spirit's Page LGW's Transcending Sexual Abuse Contact Us Join Mailing List Finding Yourself Dancing into Joy: a Workbook Dancing Into Joy NEW COVER Now $12.00 Classic Cover Now $14.95		Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #1 (January 2007) Title: "I am a VERY GOOD DOG!" Me and Dewey are playing foster brother and sister to THAT RED DOG. I haven't decided if I like him yet. Mom can't figure out a nickname for him. Me and Dewey are nicknamed "Black dog" (me - 'cause I am black) and "Brown dog" (Dewey - 'cause he is brown). That RED DOG's name is Red - so Mom can't nickname him "Red dog." I keep telling her she could call him "Orange Spotted with white dots dog", but she doesn't like that. I don't know why.His picture is here - what do you think? He is a smart dog. The first time Mom went out three times in the same day, THAT RED DOG chewed Mom's summer Sunday shoes. Mom was upset.I showed him how we complain in this dog family by putting Mom's bunny in the middle of the dining room floor. I told him that that way we show Mom how bad we COULD have been, but weren't. That works much better and Mom knows we were upset and doesn't yell. The next thing I know, THAT RED DOG is putting shoes on top of the bunny. All left shoes. From three or four pairs of shoes. THAT RED DOG could have been REAL BAD - but wasn't. Mom hid the shoes when she got home, but THAT RED DOG is real good at finding unprotected shoes and putting them in the middle of the dining room floor. He hasn't eaten any shoes since I showed him how dogs in our house complain. He is smart. Well, at least sometimes. I can't teach him not to bark at cars. He just KNOWS that they are dangerous and he needs to protect Mom and the yard from them. We think he got hit by a car when his leg got broke at one of his other homes. Dewey sprained his knee once sliding on ice. Mom carried him up and down the stairs several times a day. He liked it lots and made believe his knee still hurt once it got better. Mom found it - after that Dewey had to walk up and down the stairs. We would have taken real good care of a broken-legged dog. He likes this home and wants to keep it safe. That is good, but barking at cars all the time isn't. I am teaching him to protect the house from squirrels.We sit on the window-couch and watch out the window. With THAT RED DOG here, squirrels will NOT invade out house. I know this - Me and THAT RED DOG will keep Mom and Dewey safe! Maybe we should keep him . . . Spirit Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #2 "But They Were MY TOYS. . . " I thought I liked that Red dog. He plays well. I liked him SO much that I let him have my turn on Mom's bed. When I first came and joined our pack, Mom decided to let us sleep on the bed with her for the first 30 minutes of nighttime. Dewey and I couldn't decide who got to fit comfy on the bed. Mom used to sleep in one of those small beds. Then she got another one when her Mom and Dad died, and now all of us can fit on the bed if we snuggle. Anyway, when Mom only had the SMALL bed, both Me and Dewey didn't fit nice and comfy at the same time. So we had arguments over who got the best spot. I didn't like losing. Dewey was top dog and I didn't like having our spots on the bed show that. So I did a comprymise. Dewey got to be the night dog,and I got to be the morning/day dog. I got the better spot, 'cause day is bigger. When Mom took her after- preaching nap on Sunday, I got the spot on the bed! (Oh, these WERE my toys. I really liked playing with the octopus and the frog.) Red was feeling unwanted when he first got here. Probably 'cause his other owners either didn't want him or lost him. Red said that he spent a lot of time in the real dog jail called "THE POUND." I told him I got to do that before I met our Mom, but that Mom really wants her dogs and takes good care of them. I said him our Mom wouldn't lose us - she got that microchip thing that people use to tell who we are if we lose our collars. He didn't believe me and wanted to know how he could earn a spot in our pack. I told him he already had one, but he still didn't believe me. So I let him know that he belonged by letting him have my morning/day bed spot. I thought maybe we both could fit, but I wanted him to feel welcome so I let him have the spot all to himself the first week. Unfortunately, he figured out how to take up all the dog-half of the bed. I only get a bed spot now for the Sunday naps, 'cause all three of us get one. Then he started feeling better and playing. He gives me lots of exercise, and even give Mom exercise, too. Then he ate one toy. I didn't mind, 'cause that was a funny looking toy that I didn't play with. Then he ate another toy. That was Dewey's favorite, so I didn't mind that one either. Then he ate another, and another. THEN HE ATE MY SECOND FAVORITE TOY. If Mom hadn't hid my favorite toy, he would have even eaten that one. But I can't play with a toy that Mom has hidden! THAT RED DOG likes to pull the stuffing out of toys. He doesn't know what Mom means when she tells him to "be easy", but I do. Dewey used to eat my toys, too. But only when we were playing with them. He didn’t go around searching for toys to eat. But THAT RED DOG does. He eats my supper and then he eats my toys. That is NOT NICE. I have no fun toys to play with. I am not sure I like him any more - especially since he won't give me back my morning/day dog spot on the bed. Spirit P Me and Dewey and THAT RED DOG #3 "But That was My NEW Toy. . . " Mom bought a new toy. She brought it in the house in the dog store bag. Because it was late, she got her supper ready before putting things away. She even fed us dogs. We have three plates near the dishwasher on the table side of the kitchen. Then she started to put everything away, and MY NEW TOY was no longer in the bag. She thought the dog store people had forgotten to put it in the bag. Then she went to check her e-mail, and my new toy was there on the floor in the computer room. MY NEW TOY NO LONGER HAD ANY EARS! THAT RED DOG has taken it out of the bag and eaten off the ears. I don't even empty Mom's shopping bags for her. I know better. Mom told that Red Dog to go in the corner. She was nicer that I would have been. She was laughing. I wasn't, I was VERY upset. I have NO toys that are fluffy to play with, and fluffy toys are my favorite kind - especially those I can make squeak! THAT RED DOG ate Mom's church shoes, again. A different pair. He got put in the corner. Mom bought two pairs of shoes. She put one in the closet and wore one to church yesterday for the first time. She left those shoes in the bathroom. This morning that new pair had no insert. Just like my new toy has no ears. That Red dog was told to go downstairs and Mom shut the door. Mom wasn't laughing this time. Red is no longer allowed in the bathroom when Mom goes in. That makes me happy, 'cause that is a good time to get petted. Mom has only two hands, and with only Me and Dewey allowed in the bathroom we don't have to share. How come Red didn't get banned from the kitchen when he took my toy out of the dog store bag? I could eat his share of food that Mom puts in the three dog dishes. Dewey doesn’t need more food. I always need more food. Mom says I am getting fat, but I like my figure. It keeps me warm when I go outside in the cold. It gets as cold a 15 degrees below zero outside in the morning. Then I need more me to stay warm. Spirit NOT a fat dog Copyright © 2007 M. Kathleen Chesnut Oh, Mom's book is here. And Mom's special poem is here.
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