Sep. 21st, 2006

I have new legs.

I really don't know what was wrong with the old ones. Every time I do agility trial play RIGHT, I get a LEG. And I have my own FOUR LEGS that I always had. Now I need new ones?

When we went to the show where I got to be HANDSOME, for the first time we did other things. Mymom calls it RALLY. It's not hard, but...it's hard. Belle does it perfectly, because she always does everything perfectly (mymom got points off, though, so Belle only got a 98 and a 99 instead of 100). Then she's very happy and she wiggles and makes little noises. Mymom lets Belle LEAP up into her arms. That's because Belle needs to be TOLD she's important.

Some of us just know it already.

But I have all sorts of RESPONSIBILITIES. My manly parts mean I have to know where every single other dog is and also I have to know where the BUGS are. And where the SMELLS are. It's important if the other dogs have STARING EYES, too. That uses up almost ALL OF MY BRAIN.

If there are squashed bugs in fresh sniffy green grass, then that uses up the REST OF MY BRAIN.

But I still earned TWO LEGS. And I still got a score of 97 and ANOTHER score of 97.

And I still got HUGS and KISSES and COOKIES.

Now mymom is packing again...

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