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How Katie Mae's Journal Got Started
First we sent a letter to Katie Mae and her mom asking permission to feature Katie Mae's world on the North East Digital Village. . . and she and her mom answered - giving their permisison. (See below)
Dear Katie Mae,
I'm a friend of your mom's from elementary school many many years ago. She keeps in touch and has shared your letters with me. I must say, I'm very impressed with your view of the world around you.
I own a Internet/Web company and was wondering if you would be interested in a blog of your own off our family portal web site? At the North East Digital Village we try to provide family-friendly, child-safe links and information. We celebrate holidays with an emphasis on education. We have quite a section devoted to "Creatures", and do what we can to support Animal Rescue sites and efforts around the world.
I believe your "view of life" would be very interesting to our viewers - especially children. Take a look at our site and let me know what you think about the blog idea . . .  ~JT
Dear Joyce,
I have no idea what a blog is, but my nephew Simon says if we can eat it, get it. You can use my letters any way you would like to. And also Simon's. He sometimes writes "Simon Sez" when he is visiting. His parents don't let him use the computer.
With love, Katie Mae
Dear Katie Mae,
Thank you so much. Please let Simon know that unfortunately you can't eat a blog . . . but, I think some biscuits or treats can be arranged for him. Do you know Simon's favorite?
Your fan, JT
Dear Joyce,
Simon's favorites are whatever ones he can snatch out of my mouth.
~ Katie Mae
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Katie Mae's Journal
Dear friends . . .
Yesterday, my cousin Scottie came to stay for a couple of days. His parents, my father's sister and her husband, are going to a kun-ven-shun in Myrtle Beach. Apparently, the hotel discriminates against canines. Don't get me started. It's that "no-dogs-on-the-beach-during-the-tourist-season" thing all over again. I have NEVER left a beer can or fireworks on the beach. Okay, sometimes I leave something, but it's bio-degradable.
Scottie still acts like a puppy like my nephew Simon who is staying with us until his parents move into their new house. We dogs sleep with my mom because Mama Tiff won't allow dogs on her bed. The nieces, Alexis and Courtney, want us to sleep with them, but they kick in their sleep. So we three dogs and my mom used her bed. I had to fuss at Simon and Scottie because they wanted to stay up late and wrestle on the bed and I wanted to go to sleep. After all, I am now (sometimes) a dignified mature dog.
Taking those two for a walk this morning was interesting. Mom snuck out of bed to get dressed. She did not turn any lights on so those pups would not know it was morning. I stayed in bed with my eyes closed tight to fool them. She had the bedroom door shut, so the girls and the puppies would not play until everyone had pottied in the correct spots. Simon occasionally still has his piddle problem, so we keep things calm until he goes outside. I walk without a string, but Mom carries it just in case. Simon and Scottie had to mark every bush between here and Uncle Joe's house . . . twice.
Scottie's parents, Aunt Eileen and Uncle Dave, are coming for supper tonight, so we will have good leftovers. I will keep you informed as to menu. Now, I have to go take my second morning nap.
Love, Katie Mae
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2007
03 May 2007
Dear friends, relatives, and those of you who are both,
It is nearing that time of year again…my birthday! My thirteenth birthday party will be held.
My mom and I are planning the menu. We will of course have beige cake, which is what we beige dogs are allowed to eat. I like chips, but not pretzels. And there will be dog cookies (the kind that have not been recalled.) Simon, aka Little Black Dog, will probably wear his party shirt, the one that looks like "Elvis Meets the Beach Boys". As those of you who have attended in previous years: no gifts, you don't have to bring a dog, and we always have fun. I hope to see you soon.
Love, Katie Mae
07 April 2007,
Dear friends, relatives, and those of you who are both,
It has been quite a while since I have taken paw to keyboard to update y'all. It is time to bring you up to date.
My human brother moved here the end of December with his bride. My Uncle Lou always said "Every dog should have a boy" and he's mine. We grew up together. Of course, I did not do the silly stuff like rollerblades and skate boards.
Sullivan is about trained. He is officially a big dog. We went to the pupitirician's office yesterday. Sully gets motion sick. When we lived in Surfside, he and Mama would walk there when he needed his puppy shots, but we live many miles from there now. Sully said he would pack a lunch and still walk, but Mama insisted on the car. Mama put a blanket in the back of her VW Beetle and I just climbed in. When Sully figured out he was supposed to get in too, he ran across the street to where we go potty. Dad had to drag him to the car and force him in. He sat on Mama's lap and drooled the whole way. The good news was he made it there and back without puking on anyone. Mama weighed us. Now, you have to remember that Sullivan thinks he is only a tiny bit bigger than Simon, our nephew, who is under twenty-five pounds. I have lost weight and am seventy pounds. Sullivan now weighs ninety-one pounds! Anyway, he is now a big dog. Last week, his crate was put in the garage since he can be trusted loose in the house without supervision. Maybe we can teach him to lift his leg when he goes potty.
Love, Katie Mae
PS I was not the one who ate the Easter Bunny. It was Aunt Chris's greyhounds.
2006
25 December 2006,
I write this with a full tummy. Our mom took us for a walk, which was wet with rain, then brushed and toweled us off and fixed us a Christmas breakfast. We had two kinds of dry dog food with a can of food mixed in. The beverage was cold, filtered water. Our mom really knows how to put on a spread!
Everyone came over after church yesterday to eat and unwrap presents. Simon (aka Little Black Dog) was not able to attend due to an injury. He was attacked by another family member and suffered a torn left shoulder. Mama took him to the pupitrician. He was really bummed out when they took his temperature. He is resting comfortably at home.
Aunt Chris is a master chef! We knew as soon as the package came in the door there was something good in there. I asked Dad to open it up. The cookies were hidden in a plastic container, but three dog noses cannot be deceived. Thanks Aunt Chris!
With love to all, Katie Mae
10 July 2006
This is from my sister Chris who lives in Mahomet, IL. She is the proud mother of three rescued greyhounds, Larry, Train, and Clayboy. I knew some of you would understand.
Dear member of the Clayboy fan club:
Clay had the opportunity to meet his Grandmother, Mimi (Craig's Mother) and Step Father, Jack when they visited us for a few days. For the safety of hounds and older, not very stable humans, we needed to establish a "Mimi zone" and a "hound zone" in our house. Mimi hates dogs. Jack on the other hand likes them. Clayboy knew as soon as he met Jack, from across the babygate, that Jack was his kind of guy (Jack was wearing a nice cap on his head). I looked at Clay, and I looked at the cap and just knew what was eventually going to happen. The brindleboys did very well being in the dog zone (their Mom spent most of the time in there with them). Clay wore himself ragged though leaping up to get to the baby gate everytime he heard Jack make a sound or move around. Clay would grin his beautiful smile, wag his tail and we even heard Clayboy CRY!! I don't think I've ever heard him cry before! Well, things were going smoothely until we transitioned to the three hounds upstairs to the bedroom. Mimi was asleep in the office, with the door open. I had the brindleboys and escorted them to bed. Craig was supposed to have Clay but all of a sudden I heard a stream of cussing something like "You bleep bleep dog, get off of me!!! Stop bleep bleep licking me! Someone get this bleep bleep bleep dog out of here!". I found Craig doubled over in laughter in the hall so I had to drag Clay's sorry self out of Mimi's room, making appologies as we left.
During the night, everytime Jack coughed, which was quite often, Clay would run over to the bedroom door and try to push it open. Fast forward to the morning. I got the boys downstairs to get ready for our am walk. While I was taking a quick pit stop, I heard jubiliant leaping and tearing around the house. CLAY!!! I raced out, looked at the empty spot where Jack's cap had been, and found Clay dashing around with Jack's cap firmly in his jaws! Visions of holes, gashes in the brim (like all of my caps) floated in my head. With a sick feeling, I extricated the hat from his mouth and much to my suprise and relief, found only dog drool on it. This is the only time Clay has stolen a cap and not ripped into it! I think that Clay really liked Jack! I did tell Jack what had happened and he leaned over, rubbed Clay's ears and thanked him for taking such good care of it. Clay never ceases to amaze me.
Please think about the poor vets at St Joseph's Animal Hospital on August 2nd. Clay will be having his teeth cleaned and we remember the horrible behavior from last year. I'm going to bake the vets and their staff cookies!
May 16 2006
I knew something was up. I actually got out of bed and attended the festivities. I got a couple of chews, a bandana, and a box of vanilla wafers. We had 19 real people, 6 children, and 3 dogs here. Mama gave us frankfurters and white cake. Most of the people ate the chocolate cake. When I get to the Celestial Kingdom, I will sit on the couch, eat chocolate covered tomatoes and watch the Animal Planet. Thank you for your good wishes.
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2005
October 12
Dear friends . . .
It is finally cooler for taking my mom and Sullivan for a walk in the morning. However, it is still dark when I get out of bed, which is for the birds. Actually, they aren't even singing when we start off. They must sleep in until sunrise.
Love, Katie Mae
September 30
Dear friends . . .
I did not think I would be e-writing two days in a row, but my father has taken leave of his senses. He actually got up when the alarm went off for Mama. He usually gets up two hours later. He jumped into clothes, said morning prayer, and ran out the door. He is on his way to a camp-out in Mississippi. I think Mississippi might be a naughty word, because Dad usually spells it. Dad packed beef jerky, which I really like, and other canned stuff. Mama made him take sun block and insect repellent.
My mother still seems determined to go with the Spanish-soccer-kickstart thing even after it was pointed out that croquet would be more sensible. She went to another English as a Second Language class last night. She will not listen to Brother Jeremy's Spanish language tips anymore after the nice ladies from Mexico looked shocked when she said "Simon". Sullivan is barking loudly, so I have to go growl at him.
Love, Katie Mae
September 29
Dear friends . . .
It has been pretty quiet here, except for the hurricane watching. Apparently, they appear on tv. Dad has been watching the Weather Channel. Mama has signed up for a "Spanish Kick-Start" class at the college "X-tension Center." I think she wants to learn to play soccer. Why, I have no idea. I walk with her every morning, and she is not in that great physical condition to go running after a ball. And she is too uncoordinated. The class starts next week and runs two days a week for the month of October.
Sullivan is not as tall or as long as I am yet, but he is getting "thicker" as Mama says. Dad says he is getting fat. He is maturing. He is not nearly as silly. He loves to play fetch. His bark is getting deeper. I have him answer the door when I do not want to get out of bed.
Love, Katie Mae
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August 31
Dear friends . . .
Since Sullivan has a shedding problem, not to be confused with Simon's piddle problem, Mama has been on the attack. It started with an additive to his food and daily brushings. Now, he has a special brush that looks like a chew toy. I like the brushings. We both got showers last evening, but that was my fault. Dogs do not sweat, but we do get heat rash. In the warm (hot) weather, I cannot wear my customary bandana because it irritates my neck skin. My belly skin was starting to break out, so Mama washed us both. I feel much better. Sully screamed and cried. Dad makes fun of him because he is such a mama's boy. But it works for him.
The kids are back in school. We saw the boy at the corner the past three days. He must buy his lunch at school, because he did not give me anything to eat.
Love, Katie Mae
July 26
Dear friends . . .
It has been extremely hot here, so I have to take extra naps. Sullivan is growing. He is about forty-five pounds. I still snarl at him when he jumps up on the bed, but he does not pay attention. At least, he does not laugh at me like Simon.
Love, Katie Mae
June 22
Dear friends . . .
Mama shut off the computer yesterday before I could e-write all of you to tell you about Simon's birthday party. He wore his party shirt; I wore a nice bandana; Mimi wore a beautiful pink decorated collar; poor Sully only had an old beige collar of mine. I felt sorry for him. Dad says he will make it a priority to buy him a nice new collar, probably red or emerald green. Mama says pink looks stunning next to him, but Dad says his son is not wearing a pink collar. I don't see what difference it makes; dogs see in shades of gray.
There were nineteen real people, two little girls, and four dogs attending Simon's party. Mimi Dew came with her parents. She is a retired working girl. She used to race at the Greyhound tracks in Florida. She even had a working name, but she does not use that anymore. She is a real refined lady. All the dogs behaved. Simon only piddled once. He tries so hard, but it is difficult for him when he gets excited.
Love, Katie Mae
June 3
Dear friends . . .
Mama claims she does not have time to e-write, so I just have to take matters into my own two paws and catch everyone up on the activities at our house. Poor Sullivan has spent so much time in his crate while Mama is gone that he keeps his best toys in there. Sullivan is getting less annoying. His bark is less yippy. He chews less. I don't care a bit that he ate one of Mama's trees on the porch.
Love, Katie Mae
May 16: HAPPY BIRTHDAY KATIE MAE!
(Note from JT): KATIE MAE!! I knew we were kindred spirits . . . my birthday is 05/17! Except I might be a bit older then you. ~ JT
Dear Joyce
Actually, I am older since I am a canine. If human, I would be about 77. That is why I occasionally demand to be treated with dignity. My mom says I am older than she is, and since you two are the same age, I know I am older than you. My mom says she wishes she looks as good as I do. I have a little sag in the tummy area, but not as severe as hers. And my weight has remained at a doctor approved level for eight years.
~ the Birthday Queen
May 16
Dear friends . . .
If you came to my birthday party last night, thank you, I really enjoyed seeing you. For those of you who did not, you missed a really great soiree. (That's French for party). We had twenty real people, three little girls, and three dogs. It was really loud, which means everyone was having fun. We ate, then Mom did an FHE lesson on unconditional love and friendship and we had cake. Then we had music and singing. I really like music. I sprawled out in the middle of the carpet to listen and enjoy. Aunt Sharon and Uncle Charlie brought me a lovely chew. I took it to my bedroom to enjoy. After a while, I came out. Mama gave Sullivan and Simon little chews that were on the table as part of the centerpiece. We canines had a discussion about who was going to get which chew. I wanted them all. Simon wanted whatever I had. Sullivan hid by Mama.
Oh, Sullivan is now as big as Simon, but Simon can intimidate him. Sullivan cries like a baby if anyone even shows him teeth.
Love, Katie Mae
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April 24
Dear friends . . .
My kid Brian came home very early this morning and brought three friends with him; Amy, Shera, and Diane. Shera knows her way around a dog and a horse. Diane is quiet, but she pets dog fur well. Mom got us out of bed to greet them. They ate chocolate eclair cake. Sully and I had cookies. They all went to take a nap while Mom walked with us canines. When we came back, I got back into bed, as any sensible dog would do. Sully watched Mom make ham, eggs, and grits, all of which are my favorites. Since they had to leave for church quickly, I got all the leftovers I wanted.
Every one except Mom went to Stake Conference. The name is deceptive. They do not even serve hamburgers there, much less steak. Mom had to go to work then come back and watch Sullivan. She started the chicken cooking for chicken bog, which is also my favorite.
For those of you who asked, no, Sullivan is not yet potty trained. He does real good going outside, but he also goes inside. He has only gone poo-poo in the house once, which really does help with the smell. Mom bathed us both yesterday so we would not offend Brian or the girls. Really, you should have smelled the house after they showered and did their hair. It smelled like it did when my human sister T. still lived at home.
Sincerely, KMC
April 22
Dear friends . . .
Sully and I have checked out the water at the beach for five consecutive mornings, and it is warm enough to go in. If any one feels the need to take a dog to the beach, we are available. As of May 15th, we will not be allowed on the beach until after the main tourist season. I guess that is okay since Sully has black fur and will get hot in the summer sun.
Sully still piddles in the house sometimes.
Love, Katie Mae
April 17
Dear friends . . .
My Aunt Sharon brought it to my attention yesterday that I have not been updating y'all like I should. In my defense, I have had a busy nap schedule, and raising a puppy is time consuming. And then there is my long time assignment of "guarding thoughts".
Sullivan Collins (Sully) is now ten weeks old. He is getting bigger and braver. He has discovered how to get into the living room and then onto the porch. While there, he snacks on my food, but only if I am not there to snarl at him. His food is kept on the floor in Mama and Daddy's bathroom. I would not go in there on purpose for anything. No good ever came to a dog in that place! That is where Mama tosses dogs into the shower and attempts to drown them. Usually she is a relatively sane person but something comes over her, and any dog within range gets washed. Sully has had three baths in the kitchen sink. Last time, he screamed like she was boiling him in oil. Dad came running because he thought Mom had gotten his foot stuck in the garbage disposal while it was running by the way he was yelling.
My kid, Brian is coming home for a visit the end of next week. He is bringing some friends, so there should be plenty of attention and snacks.
Love, Katie Mae
April 8
Dear friends . . .
I would like to announce the adoption of my little brother Sullivan Collins. He was born around February 8th 2005 and currently weighs 10.2 pounds on the pupitrician's scale. His birth mother is a black lab. There is a bit of an embarrassment about the identity of his biological father, but he is probably also a lab. Sully, as we call him, was a surprise present to my mother from my brother Victor and sister-in-law Tiffany. Well, I was surprised. Dad knew, and wisely told Mom since she does not like surprises. Tiffany made him the cutest red ribbon. Mom cuddled and kissed him right away. Of course, she bathed him in the sink before we went to bed.
Sully had his first well baby checkup yesterday when I had my annual physical. We are both well, thank you for asking. I will be glad when he sleeps through the night.
Love, Katie Mae
March 20
Dear friends . . .
Mama made some cute little Easter egg shaped iced cookies yesterday. I had to put up quite a fuss to get one for me. I like the shortbread cookies she makes too. I wish she would just lose the chocolate recipes since dogs can't eat chocolate. It is part of the "Chocolate/Tomato I Like It and You Can't Have It" rule. When I die, and I am in the Celestial Kingdom, I am going to lie on the couch (another rule), watch the Animal Planet on TV (not the History Channel) and eat chocolate covered cherry tomatoes.
Love to all, Katie Mae
PS Simon, aka Little Black Dog, spent the weekend with us. We had a jammie party. He only piddled once inappropriately.
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Simon Sez
2005
November 23
Ha y'all!
My Grambo is so big and brave! She saved us from almost certain death this morning at the becks of five huge and vicious swans. They were crossing the road in front of us. They were going into the canal; we were headed for the beach. I puffed up my fur so that they would not know I am only a little black dog, but that did not work. I turned around and tried to pull Grambo to safety. I pulled as hard as I could, but she continued to walk toward those monsters. The swans crossed the road, and we headed to the beach. Wow, it was a close call! I had to come back to the house and take a nap with Aunt Katie Mae.
Love and puppy kisses to all, Simon
November 22
Ha y'all!
I am at Grambo's house having a jammie party with my Aunt Katie Mae. I am allowed to use the computer here. Grambo, Aunt Katie Mae, and the Chief missed me, so I was invited to visit. Grambo thinks she has visitation rights since she helped potty train me. Except for the piddle problem. It was so embarrassing. I managed to control myself when I first saw Grambo by putting my ears back, crossing my paws, and not talking to her. After a while, I was able to kiss her hello and things seemed fine. Until after dinner when the Chief picked me up and was petting me and talking nice. I lost it. I piddled right there, in front of the family, on his white shirt. Fortunately, after he changed his shirt, all was forgiven.
Since my family moved to our new house, I have been promoted to lead dog. I am in charge of house security. After the girls go to bed, I inspect the perimeter, with special attention to doors and windows. I even go upstairs to check out the bonus room over the garage . . . in the dark! I would never be able to do that if I wasn't wearing my studded collar.
We now enjoy frequent outdoor cooking in our new yard. I am so good, I can be out there without wearing my string! It is so undignified to be on a leash in your own yard.
Grambo walked with me and Aunt Katie Mae to the beach this morning. I saw a jellyfish in the sand. Grambo says that if you are under ten years old and pure of heart and look very carefully, you can see peanutbutter fish on the horizon. I'll have to try again tomorrow.
Love and puppy kisses to all, Simon
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October 18
Ha y'all!
My Grambo does strange things. While it was still dark this morning, she got us canines out of bed, put on our strings around our necks, and we headed out the door. We walked to the beach! It was getting light by the time we got there. We played in the sand a little. We got out tootsies wet. I wanted to go swimming; it was warm enough, but Aunt Katie Mae warned me in time. If I had gotten wet, we both would have been taken home for showers. It was a narrow escape!
Love and puppy kisses to all, Simon
October 3
Ha y'all!
Great news! I have been promoted to lead dog! I now have my own house! My peeps and I now have a brand new house. I have my own room! When I got there, I had to inspect everything. I did the infantry low crawl which I learned watching the History Channel with my grandpa the Chief. I searched and sniffed every corner to make certain the house was safe and feline-free. I even get up during the night to do a patrol and check on everyone.
My house even has a yard! I have already trained my dad to play ball outside with me. I don't even have to put him on a leash; he stays within our yard.
Love and puppy kisses to all, Simon P.
PS: The "P" stands for "Patrick" not "Piddle".
September 27
Ha y'all!
Exciting news! My people have built me a house so I can be lead dog there! On Friday, they had the clothes-zing so they could move in. They spent the weekend getting things in place. They will pick me up today. I have not yet set one paw inside there, so it will be so exciting. I have been practicing a lower-sounding bark so that I will be scarier if I need to be. Aunt Katie Mae and the family have been training me and giving me advice. They all seem confident I can handle the job, but I am not so sure. What if someone comes, I get too excited, and I piddle on the new carpet?
I was told I could invite Katie over for a Barbara-cute or sleep-over. I still get to go to Katie's for puppy day care when the family is at school and work. I have to talk Grambo into a good brushing so I look handsome and maybe don't shed little black dog hairs as much.
Simon (aka Little Black Dog)
August 26
Ha y'all!
For those of you who don't know me, I am Simon Conary aka Little Black Dog. Katie Mae is my aunt. She said her friends are my friends. Well, of course! I am younger, smaller, and jump on people to get to the petting faster.
Last night, my Grambo finally came home. Katie Mae and I were home alone (and we know how that turned out) with our grandfather, the Chief. He is the-father-formerly-known-as-Grumbo. He is trying to upgrade his image, so the grandbabies gave him a new name for Father's Day. The Chief is his military rank, so he actually comes when he is called. But that is another e-mail. We still call him Grumpo at times.
Katie and I ran to the door when Grambo came back. She let us come outside to greet her. You know, my piddle problem. I followed her around to stay close. When she sat to check her e-mails, I kept giving her puppy kisses on the mouth.
Grambo says there are sage brushes in Idaho that are big enough to pee behind. Now, there is useful information.
Simon (aka Little Black Dog)
PS: Note from Brindle
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Sullivan Speaks
2006
February 20
Dear Miss Joyce,
I was delighted to see my notes in print. It is raining today. I don't mind, being a Retriever and all that, but Katie is upset with Mama. Katie thinks Mama makes it rain and holds her personally responsible for all precipitation. Katie says it is neat when Mama makes it snow. She used to do that in Con-neck-a-cut, but rarely does it here in South Carolina.
Katie is happy that we are sleeping on the mattress on the floor until we move. She can get up and down easily from there. Something about Arthur Ride-us.
Sincerely, Sullivan Collins Conary
PS Mama has a silly nickname for me: Tud Z. Bayer. It started when I was an infant, and she wanted to cuddle me all the time. She talks baby talk sometimes. Dad says it's silly, but he does it more than she does. Anyway, she wanted to "cuddle" which obviously became "tuddle" and soon I was "Tuddles" which became "Tud-zee". Well, you can see where that one went . . . Tud Z. Bayer, with Bear spelled the German way, like the aspirin.
February 17
Hey, y'all,
I figured it was time for me to write again. I am now a big dog! I was one year old on February 6th. I am finally as tall as my sister Katie Mae. It is official since my dad admitted it yesterday. Katie is taking her first morning nap and told me to go write and leave her alone.
There is still talk about "moving". I am opposed to vehicle travel since I get motion sick. There is no place I need to go that I cannot walk. I have been a good walker since I was a little pup. When I was first adopted by my parents, I walked to the beach and back. I walk to the pupitrician to get my shots. I told my mom if she insists on moving, give me three days notice, pack a bag with food and water, and I will meet them there. Mom says I have to go by vehicle. Bummer.
Katie Mae is a little concerned about what is going on. Usually, she has no problem with strangers in the house, but when the man from "Two Men and a Truck" and the term-mite-in-scepture came, she shook like jello. I said mom would not abandon us, but Katie pointed out that it has happen. Mom ran away from home when they lived in Con-neck-a-cut and Katie had to put Dad in the car and drive down here to find her. Her story was that she was taking care of Granddad while he was sick, but that is only her story. Katie is keeping an eye on things.
Sincerely, Sullivan Collins
PS There is a black spot missing on my nose where Katie bit me. Mom says it adds character to my face, like a dueling scar.
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2005
December 22
Hi!
Mama said it had been a while since we canine e-wrote to anyone. Katie said for me to write. She is too busy napping.
Well, I am not little anymore. I am as big as Katie Mae. I am about as tall. I look taller when she slouches. I am a bit broader. We both eat IAMS Large Breed Puppy Chow. We got one of those stands with dishes so we don't have to bend down. Mama and Dad also bought a "shedding rake". It feels good and takes the hair out on the porch. I still leave a lot inside. Mama is hoping that in the new house I will shed on the rug where it cannot be seen and not on light colored bare floors. The last four nights, I did not have to go into my carrier for the night. I usually sleep on the floor next to Mama. Katie shows teeth at me if I sleep on the bed too close to her. Last night, it was cold, so I got into bed with Brian. He's a good kid. He brought a rope from Idaho with him. He got the grand babies to run in the yard, and he ropes them. He tried it once with me. I cried, and will not go outside when he has the rope. I go out three times a day with Katie to go potty, and one extra time before going to bed. I have not learned how to lift my leg yet.
Love and licks, Sullivan.
August 3
Hi!
You will not believe the day I had yesterday! That every male I saw for the last two weeks laughed at me should have been a clue, but what did I know? I suspected something yesterday morning when my mom would not let me eat stuff outside. Then, when we got back home, she did not take my leash off. Uh, oh! When she got her purse, I knew there was trouble a foot and a paw. And when we headed toward the car, I locked my paws and would not walk. Now, you have to understand that I get carsick, so a ride is not a good thing. My philosophy is that anywhere I need to go, I can walk. I am an excellent walker. By the time I was a few weeks old, I could walk to the beach and back. But I digress. Into the car we went, off to the pupitrician's office. That's veterinarian to most of you. Mama filled out paperwork and asked questions. Apparently, I was in for big-boy-surgery. I tried hiding between Mama's feet, facing away from the big man so he could not see me, but Mama let him pick me up. Traitor! He took me into the back, where the lady stuck a pin in me. That was pretty much all I remembered for hours. Apparently, they use the good drugs. I woke up a bit sore with a cut on my lower belly and my loose baby teeth missing.
I know my Dad is innocent of all wrongdoing in this series of events. He had nothing to do with the trip to the pupitrician. In fact, he made Mama bring me home in his car that evening. He cuddled and kissed on me a lot. Mama gave me ice chips and put me to bed. This morning, she gave me a pill she thought she had cleverly disguised in a spoonful of margarine. I would have taken it plain. After all, I will eat almost anything. I had a snack, took my usual morning walk with Mama and my sister Katie Mae, and came home for another snack. I'm getting sleepy, so I am going back to bed with Dad. He isn't up yet.
Love and licks, Sullivan.
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June 29
Hi!
Yesterday my mama bought me a totally new outfit! She got a red collar with reflective grey paw prints (very chic), and a larger chain collar (just like the bikers), and an elegant black leash (never chewed). Dad was afraid she was going to get me a pink collar since pink looks good against my fur. Mama says it is like black velvet. Dad worries about my masculinity since my bark is still quite high pitched.
It's very hot and humid here. We don't walk very far in the morning. Katie walks so slowly when it is hot.
Love and licks, Sullivan.
May 24
Hi!
My training of my mother is going quite well. I have taught her to go running for my leash and take me out when I scratch and yip at the door. She has now learned to give me BIG dog cookies when she is at the computer and I bark loudly.
Some mornings I can wait to go out to potty until the thing next to the bed starts whining. If Dad does not slap it quickly, it whines louder. After Mom and I go out, I help her get dressed and we wake up Katie. Boy, she can be nasty in the morning! I grab her leash and we both take Mom for a nice long walk. Then Mom gives Katie fresh food and water. I share that when Katie is not looking. I have my own food and water in the bathroom. Katie will not go in there unless she is forced to because that is where Mom showers us when she thinks Katie smells. When Mom can smell Katie, any dog who happens to be in the house gets a shower. I really like my mom except for that fixation she has about dogs and showers.
Love and licks, Sullivan.
May 20
Hi!
Both my parents took me to the pupitrician for my next shots yesterday. Dad drove while Mom held me. I get motion sick. I hope to outgrow that. I now weigh 26.3 pounds, which is three more than last Friday when I got weighed for my monthly Heartguard medicine.
My parents' training is going well. When I scratch and yip at the front door, they come flying to grab my leash and take me out. It is easier than making them guess. I slept until 6am this morning when I got Mom up to take me out. She said that it will be nice when I sleep through the night.
We saw two bunnies this morning and neither wanted to play. What's with rabbits?
Love and licks, Sullivan.
May 15
Hi!
When I walked my mother and sister Katie Mae this morning, we saw four different bunnies, but not one of them wanted to play! Bummer!
I taught my parents a new trick: I go to the front door and yip and scratch. They go running for my leash, and take me outside. Pretty neat, huh? We're getting ready for Katie Mae's birthday party tomorrow. I hope I get a taste of the beige cake.
Love and licks, Sullivan.
May 2
Hi!
My name is Sullivan Collins. My parents are Tom and Deb; Katie Mae is my sister. She says I am too little to write to people, but I weigh almost as much as Simon, and he writes "Simon Sez". My mom said that since I am sitting under the computer anyway, and that since I did not have any accidents inside Saturday (you know what kind I mean) that I could dictate a few words. Of course, I cannot write since I am only twelve weeks old. It's not easy being the baby. Oh, I have to run now. Katie Mae wants to play.
Sully
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