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The Humans have been giving me chicken every night. This is in the form, usually, of an entire (uncooked) chicken wing. Some of these chicken wings are as big as my head.

What this means is that kibble is now an inferior form of sustenance, and while I will suffer it when I am truly desperate, I prefer to be a little hungry through the day, and wait for my nightly chicken. A complication of this is that I am getting a little on the skinny side.

The obvious solution is for the Humans to feed me more chicken. They do not seem to realise this.

My Humans have also given me a plastic clamshell full of sand. This is a gift that I do not quite understand, though I like burying things in it and digging them up again. I wonder if this is the Humans way of making sure they clean the hoose more often? I am doing my part to help, if that is the case, by tracking sand inside every time I inspect the clamshell.

Given the colourful language I hear when 'holes dug by Inwisible Gophers' (they are holes that I have dug that the Humans cannot pin on me because they did not see me dig them - heh heh heh) appear in the lawn and the garden beds, I have a feeling that my digging in the clamshell is relevant to the Humans' interests.

I have not yet decided if I will dig in the sandpit, or continue to dig in the garden just to frustrate the Humans and force them to rethink their solution.

There is a second clamshell that is currently full of nothing. I do not know the purpose of this second clamshell, and am suspicious. I will report when more information comes to light regarding this mystery.


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March 2010



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Being a dog has its disadvantages. For instance, I have neither prehensile fingers nor opposeable thumbs. Because of this, this journal is ghost written by a human. She is my human, you can not have her.

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