Saturday, 30 November 2013

30.11.2013

Dear Diary

There it is, the last day of November. Mom says December is pretty cool, lots of food, parties and Christmas lights. I love them all, so I can't wait.

And snow is supposed to be great too. I saw snow once, but I was too little to fully remember it.
I even have this cool winter coat, with a hoodie. I look really good in it. I promise I'll post a picture.

But for now I have a different picture of me and my bandana:


I think is suits me just fine, how about you?

Yours,

Toby

Tuesday, 26 November 2013

26.11.2013

Dear Diary

It's really sunny outside, but very windy and cold so I just prefer to enjoy the sun in the living room. You wouldn't believe how warm it gets through the window glass, very very comfy.

I did get some pizza today, but mom wasn't very pleased because she doesn't want me to eat human food. I can't help it, I think human food is way better than doggy food.

Oh, I did scare a cat from our yard today. I really don't know what's with these cats, I really want to play with them, but they just keep running away from me.


Yours,

Toby

Sunday, 24 November 2013

24.11.2013

Dear Diary

I met a cute lady dog on a walk today. I met her once before, but she was madly barking at me for no reason. I guess she realised I'm a nice guy, so we wagged our tails happily.

Mom also got me this anti acne cream and she applies it everyday on my chin. Hope the pimples will be a thing of a past soon.

Yours,

Toby

Thursday, 21 November 2013

21.11.2013

Dear Diary

Had a lovely walk today, but it's quite wet and muddy outside so mom cleaned my paws under running water. And I hate running water. So I started to wiggle around and splashing water all over the bathroom.
Do not care.

At least my paws were clean.

Also mom is talking about having a big dinner for Christmas holidays, I don't know exactly what Christmas is, because I'm only ten months, but the idea of a lot of food makes me very happy.

Let's hope this Christmas thing comes quickly.

Yours,

Toby

P.S. This is me on the table. I can see a lot from there.

Tuesday, 19 November 2013

19.11.2013

Dear Diary

My pimples are quite bad, mom thinks it's just puberty. I don't know what puberty is but I do hope it goes away soon, because it's not making me very pretty.

Anyway, I still love jumping on the table and chewing paper. I sometimes even eat it, when mom is not looking.

I have to go now, mom wants to watch football.

Yours

Toby

Tuesday, 12 November 2013

12.11.2013

Dear Diary

About that table thing... Mom moved it far away so I couldn't jump, so I started to whine and bark until she realised this is bad, so she moved it completely next to the table so I have an easy access to the table.

And yes it's where I sleep now. On. The. Table. Mom says she won't be using it anymore and she rather eats dinner standing up in the kitchen. Her choice.

I rock. Plus I have a new winter coat yaaay.

Yours,

Toby

Sunday, 10 November 2013

10.11.2013

Dear Diary

It's been raining non stop. I went for a walk just a couple of times today, I'm not very pleased. I still have those puppy training pads and I'm planning on using those, because I will not hold my pee!

Did got some tuna fish though. Was tasty. Actually I didn't get it, I stole it from moms plate.

Oh well.

Yours,

Toby

Saturday, 9 November 2013

9.11.2013

Dear Diary

Jumping on tables is really great fun. And eating paper. And dust balls. Mom was sowing and I almost ate her thread. Sorry.

I feel really hungry today. It's probably the weather.

Have to go ask mom for more stuff to ruin and probably eat.

Yours,

Toby

Friday, 8 November 2013

8.11.2013

Dear Diary

I am getting really fond of jumping on the table from the couch. Mom really hates it, she even moved the table a little further from the couch, but I can still make it.

Oh and the bad news is, my skin is really bumpy with acne. I know I'm a teenager now, but I really hate those pesky pimples, no pug lady will love me that way. :(

This is why I have to take regular baths, ugh. Baths are so boring.

Yours,

Toby