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Dog & Cat Halloween E-cards to send! |
| Oct 28, 2006 |
Free Wallpapers from Nat'l Geographic |
| Oct 25, 2006 |
A Dog's Halloween Tale of Woe |
| Oct 21, 2006 |
I have a problem |
| Oct 16, 2006 |
Help feed animals for free |
| Oct 15, 2006 |
Be Careful of Halloween Products! |
| Oct 10, 2006 |
Why I'm here - so vote for me! |
| Aug 19, 2006 |
Like a chicken on a nest laying an egg... |
| Jun 07, 2003 |
Sank like a stone - strong like bull! |
| Dec 02, 2002 |
Don't mess with a Redhead! |
| Nov 10, 2002 |
Whiddlin' Problems |
| Nov 09, 2002 |
Rogaine's Got Booties! |
| Nov 06, 2002 |
It's Jammies Time, Didn't Ya Know? |
| Apr 04, 2002 |
Must be seeing ghosts!! Geesh!! |
| Mar 25, 2002 |
That's one uglyyyy dog!!! |
| Mar 13, 2002 |
Pupper Capers |
| Mar 05, 2002 |
Must have been a sour grape! |
| Feb 18, 2002 |
More care than others - more attitude too! |
| Jan 23, 2002 |
Weird with a capital "W"! |
| Nov 01, 2001 |
His love of food is trouble every time! |
| Sep 29, 2001 |
Rogaine's Talking Again |
| Jan 01, 2001 |
Whose bed is it anyway? |
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I have a problem
Saturday Oct 21, 2006 10:34:00 AM
Since I was just a little pup, my Mom has worried about me. At seven weeks old, I fit in the palm of her hand (or so she is FOREVER telling me). My older brother and sister just never were as hungry as I was, so I would sneak behind them and finish up their plates. Aren't there starving pups in India that would just BEG to have the food that I do? Aren't I just wasting it by not eating it?
I began to believe that I had a problem, but I didn't want to admit it to anyone else - least of all, to my Mom. But it began to be more apparent as much as I tried to hide it.
Things became worse once Mom brought home that specialized diet kibble food from the vet's office. I know she was only doing it because she loved me, but that stuff tasted worse than grass - it just wouldn't satisfy me, ya know?
So I began to resort to other measures to satisfy my desires. Mom would catch me and then scold me, but she just didn't understand! No one did - I'm just not one of those 'diet' kind of guys!
Of course, I'd overeat whenever I got a chance because you just never knew when I'd find the 'good stuff'. And I'd eat until I'd make myself sick. But did I learn my lesson???? NOOOOOOOOOOOOO~~~!!! Of course not~~~!!!
So now it's become MY problem as my Mom says. I have to come to the realization that I have a problem and join Overeaters Anonymous if I want to get any better. Mom's threatening one of those 'intervention' thingys, she says. Not so sure I know what that is, but I got a feeling I won't like it. Think I better look up a meeting and get busy!
Love, Rogaine
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