Dear Diary by…

Xena: For Flashback Friday, Mommy said I could re-publish my very first post! But I want to start out saying Happy Birthday to my peeps brother, Andrew! OK, here we go…

The Last Picture of Me at My First Home

Dear Diary,

I, once called The Female with the Yellow Collar, just had my whole world turned upside down. I should have known something was up yesterday when The Woman took me away from all my puppy siblings and friends – and oh, we were having a grand ol’ time in our playpen – and put a pretty colored thingy on my body. She let me run around the house some, dragging a long thing attached to what I learned was called a hardness (probably because it is hard to get out of), then kept me in a wire kennel away from my buddies.

Come around supper time, a New Woman came to our door and The Woman let me go outside to meet her. I liked her right away, so I wanted to show her what I could do. I ran as fast as I could in big circles around the yard, stopping to sniff the grass and the bushes and anything else that caught my interest. Sometimes I would rip leaves off a bush, just to show it who was boss, or grab some grass and tear it out of the ground, slinging it over my shoulder. Pretty soon I forgot about the New Woman and just ran and played for the sheer joy of it. I bounced up and down and inside of me I was laughing.

    My Boring Brother

I was brought in the house and put in the wire kennel while one of my brothers went outside with The Woman and The New Woman.

He’s so boring, he just did his potty, sniffed around, and wanted The New Woman to hold him. I don’t know why he got a cookie for just doing that.

The next thing I knew, the Womans were talking and signing papers and giving each other stuff and I got put into a kennel in the back seat of the New Woman’s car. It was a little scary, ’cause I had never been in a car before this. We drove for about 87 hours – the New Woman said it was only 3 hours, but I am not sure about that – and I slept most of the way. Except, of course for when my tummy got sick and then I had to pee pee.

When we got to the New Woman’s house, a Man took the kennel out of the car and told The New Woman that I had gone pee pee all over the pillow and there was throw up there, too. He left the room while The New Woman gave me a bath. I was shivering, mostly from fear, but I was a little cold too, so The New Woman wrapped me up in a soft towel and took me upstairs to The Man. He held me and called me Littlest One and made me feel safe. I was getting sleepy – after all, the sun had gone away a zillion hours ago – when I got another surprise. A gigantic dog suddenly appeared and sniffed me! She told me her name is Lucy and asked me my name and why I was here in her Dad’s lap. I said, “My name is either The Female with the Yellow Collar or Littlest One.” I didn’t really know, but thought I should answer her. I told her, “I’m here because The New Woman brought me here. And don’t ask me anything else, ’cause I’m just as confused as you.” When The Man put me down for Lucy to see me better, Lucy ran and hid in The Man’s office. That’s where I heard The New Woman say she was, anyhow. Then I listened to The Man and The New Woman talk about where I was to sleep. The New Woman wanted me to sleep in the bed with them. The New Man said he had heard too many horror stories about what could happen. So The New Man won and I was put in the cleaned kennel where I could see The New Woman. I had a special blue and yellow blanket that used to belong to someone named Angel Lexi, and a big soft toy to cuddle with. Lucy was still all scared, so The Man and The New Woman let her sleep with them. I guess she is too big for the horror things to happen to her. I fell off to sleep wondering what new surprises would happen tomorrow.

I guess that’s it for now, Dear Diary. I think I will have lots more to write about very soon. Note to self: ask The New Woman if Littlest One is my new name. ~Me

38 thoughts on “Dear Diary by…

  1. I don’t have any cats to play with, and never will. Daddy is allergic to them. Angel Lexi told me that any cat she was ever around tried to kill her, so maybe it’s ok I’m just with other dogs.


  2. Lulu: “Aww, thanks for this memory of your Gotcha Day! My Gotcha Day, I was already a grownup, and there were these cats here already, so I had to get in good with them. Fortunately I’m a Very Good Girl so we all get along great now! I still can’t get them to play with me though.”
    Chaplin: “Not for lack of her trying, mind you.”

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  3. I love your Dear Diary entry and the pics! These stories are why I love our #FlashbackFridays. So happy you joined us! Oh, and Happy Birthday to your brother, Andrew!

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  4. Mee-yow Xena mee nevurr got to reed yoreearly bloggiess! Mee-yow yore a natural doin THE bloggin fore sure! Yore trip from beein inn yore birth pack to come to Miss Amy an Mistur Jeff sure was scary butt you did grate yore ferst day!
    Mee so glad wee are frendss!
    ~~~head rubss~~~BellaDharma~~~ an {{huggiess}} BellaSita Mum

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  5. Hi Granny! I know who you are! Mommy keeps saying she wants to bring me to visit with you. I love riding in my kennel now, so maybe some day… Lots of love and kisses and wiggles, XeXe Pee Ess: I didn’t know you loved other pups, too!


  6. Thank you Xena, I needed that story today. You see I was the “other” woman in your life. The time is coming shortly when I will have to say goodbye to another special little girl in my life. Her name is Elsa Enlightened and she is a very special little girl just like you. I’ll keep her pictures and her stories just like I do yours and they will make me smile just like you do. You see. I am called a breeder and I love every baby boo that enters my life. I feel wonderful when they spread their wings and go off with their new families. Every one of them are special and have the ability to make their new families and friends laugh, love and be thankful they’ve entered their lives too.

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