Showing posts with label trash. Show all posts
Showing posts with label trash. Show all posts

Thursday, April 1, 2010

Thankful Thursday


A BIG thank you to Siku and Prinnie for this beautiful award. We humbly accept it and are thankful for so many beautiful friends.

The rules state that I have to say seven beautiful things about myself, so here goes.

1. I love my Mommy and Daddy VERY much and do my best to please them in all that I do.
2. I am making a difference in this world by picking up trash/recycling every time we go for a walk.
3. I am still getting used to having a sister and am teaching her how to be a good girl.
4. I've passed on my green thumb to my Daddy.
5. I count every day as a gift and take time to smell the roses, have fun, and show lots of love to my Mommy and Daddy.
6. I feel blessed to have such a loving family and do my best to pass on kindness to those around me.
7. My name is Teddy Bear because when my Grandpawrents first saw me, they thought I was as cute as a teddy bear.

I'm hoping these count as beautiful things. Now to pass it on to seven friends:

1. Suka
5. JB
6. Dory

Sunday, January 10, 2010

No Pup Left Behind



Tonight I went out front with Daddy to take out the trash. I went next door to leave some pee-mail. Then I went out to the tree by the street to see if any other pups had passed by. I heard Daddy open the door so I turned around to follow him back inside. I was right on his heels when the door shut in my face. At first I thought Daddy was playing a trick on me. But after a few minutes of standing there, I went exploring...for who knows how long. Mommy and Daddy thought I was napping underneath the futon. I could smell that Mommy was just about finished cooking dinner. I scratched and scratched the door. I let out a few cries. Then some more cries. But no one was listening. Finally, I let out my angry bark to get their attention. I could hear Mommy running to the door and hurrying to open it. She greeted me with a hug and an apology but I knew it was Daddy's fault. How could he? In his defense, he had NO idea that I had followed him outside. But doesn't he know that I go out with him EVERY time he takes out the trash? It's my job to protect him!