Hi all.  WOW, it has been a long time since I wrote my first story.  I am now 7 years old.  I had 2 litters of puppies and had a uterine infection with my third pregnancy.  I had to be spayed.  Woohoooooooo!!!  I am so glad I don’t have to nurse and clean puppies anymore. 

My current job is Puppy Daycare Specialist.  Pretty impressive, huh?  This means that I run around the front yard keeping 6-10 week old puppies busy while their Mom gets some relief time.  My job is fun!  Isn’t that the way it is supposed to be?  They chase and chase me, but can’t catch me.  If I get tired, I just jump on top of the picnic table and they run around it trying to find the non-existent ramp to the top.  Hee hee!  They don’t understand how I get up there, but they will learn when they are older.  Younguns…… what are ya gonna do with ‘em?  I really have a lot of fun with them.  Mom says it’s kinda like having grandkids.  You get to love ‘em and spoil ‘em and send ‘em home.  You just get to have fun with ‘em.

Mom and Dad have included 2 more girls in our “in the house” family.  Tula was the first.  She was the sweetest little girl when younger, but something happened.  She has always liked to run far and fast.  Well, Dad took her to Montana and when she came home….she turned into a cinderblock.  That’s what Mom says.  She is so muscled and hard bodied that she isn’t easy to hug anymore.  She tears the stuffing out of all the toys just to find the squeaker.  There is stuffing all over the floor most of the time.  But, Mom hasn’t learned her lesson.  She just keeps bringing toys home.  And…Tula is sooooo selfish.  When Mom brings home a new toy, Tula gets it and won’t let anyone else play with it…..except Mom.  She takes every toy she can find to Mom, just so Mom will throw it. 

The other new girl is Thelma Liz.  Yes, I said “Thelma Liz”.  My Dad and his names!  He named her after a country western song where the guy says his wife’s name is “Betty Lou Thelma Liz”.  And….Dad stuck all 4 of those on her.  Mom said that Thelma Liz was enough for us to say, so that is what we call her.  She is Mom’s little sweetheart.  She is small like Peanut and already 9 months old.  She likes to play and take naps.  She also likes to run like the wind.  When Mom and Dad let her out, she runs off.  They call and call and call her, but the only way she will come back is if Dad shoots his training cap pistol in the air.  She comes straight to the house looking for whatever Dad shot.  She is such a youngster.  I really like her.  Tula is a little more spastic. 

The fun begins when Tula and Thelma Liz are both in the house with me.  Well, fun for them.  I just get out of the way.  They run and race and fight over toys.  They have a routine of running across Mom and Dad’s bed (it’s also mine), through the bedroom door, across the Living Room, on the sofa rounding across the back cushions, back to the bedroom, across the bed, back to the Living Room, then this time going around the sofa into the kitchen racing around the island, and repeating all this several times.  It just wears me out watching them!  I only have to make sure I am out of their path.  THEN….at night….they get on the bed and start wrestling for anything and everything.  I don’t even attempt to get on the bed until they have settled down.

Once they have settled down, whether they are tired or Dad has had enough, I get on the bed between Mom and Dad, wait for Dad to hand out the vitamins, and settle in for the night.  Life is good!  I truly am blessed to have it so good!

Sarah