Growing into It...

Well, I am learning to carry my own stuff. My pack doesn't fit me the correct way just yet, but Mom says, "Any day now Hughie." I think I look pretty good! What do you think? We were walking through PetCo today looking for super thick rawhide chips and Dad saw this pack on sale. Mom says that I have to try new stuff all the time so that I am prepared for anything and not freaked out by much.

Speaking of "freaked out!" Friday, Mom did a terrible thing. She locked me up in Moosey's big show crate and took Moose and Marcus to see KisstyKissty. It was rotten. Mom said she was sorry, but that I had never been alone before and she did not want me making such a fuss that Animal Control would be called and told I was being abused. She said that is what it sounds like when they leave for work in the morning sometimes. Mom said she would rather me make that big of a stink in the house where no one could hear me. She did leave CNN on for me to watch, but it didn't matter I about had a heart attack when she left me!!

Mom came back at lunch and I put my head low and rubbed up against her trying to tell her that I would never again do what ever it was that I might have done to get thrown in that box!! I even pee'd on her shoes to show her that I was really serious! I did chew a hole in Moose's bed that was in the crate with me. That didn't make Mom happy. She took that out, so I wouldn't ruin it further and put a big towel in there. When Mom had to go back to work she got out the cookies and I fell for it and back in the box I was! Unbelievable! I got so upset this time that I threw up, shredded the towel (I didn't even eat any of it - just shredded it) and scrapped the top of my nose. Mom told me, when she got home, that I have serious separation anxiety. I don't know what that means, but I think it means I don't want them to leave me alone ever, ever, ever again!!

I am Hugh