(I'm a puppy. Current weight - 10 pounds. Goal weight - 70 pounds.)
Hi everyone. My name is probably Tika. They can't decide. My mom and dad's daughter (I guess that makes her my new sister, but she lives down south) says she'll call me teacup. That's okay.
My dad is NorthernMusician. He said you guys might like me to start a journal so you can get to know me.
I was kind of upset yesterday. It was Thanksgiving Monday here and I wasn't very happy because my new dad had said he couldn't get me until the end of the month. I felt really sad because of this, so I had my mom get her boss to phone my new mom and dad and say I was ready to go. I knew they couldn't resist me. It took them nine hours to come and get me and get me back to my new home.
They got me this cool new bedroom. I wish I could sleep with my dad, but he said no. Am I not cute enough to sleep with him? I think I am.
I got to play with leaves and sticks a little bit and I really like them. I like shoes too, but my dad was watching me too close. I think I'll get them some day though. They're tasty.
Last night, my dad put me in my bedroom and sat down at something that he kept tapping with his fingers. I cried. I wanted to play. It was a little scarrier than I thought it would be away from my mom. My new dad got up when I cried. I'd won - or I thought I had. He walked right past me!!! Can you believe it? He could have cuddled me, but he walked right past me.
When I couldn't see him I quit crying. There's no point crying when he can't hear me.
There are a couple of things wrong here, too. At home I was the big puppy. I slept on top of the pile. I was queen, and that's the way it's supposed to be, but my new dad - there's something crazy about him. He came back and opened the door to my bedroom and he sat and talked to me. All I could do was lie on my back and wag my tail while he scratched my tummy. What's going on? I don't feel like I'm in control the way I used to be. This guy doesn't think he's going to be boss, does he?
The other thing that really bothered me was he collared me as soon as he got me. Collared! Do you know what that means? I'm not sure I like it, but I know he likes me. I feel the collar somehow means that he will always take care of me. He says I'm special and there are no other puppies he cares about like me.
He takes the collar off when I'm not going outside, but it seems unless he's taking me outside I'm in my bedroom. It's like he didn't trust me. I'd never slept inside before. I didn't understand what could be different. I don't even get to pee when I want too??? He got up every 2 hours to take me outside, and I was really good. I went each time we went out... then I tried to play with the leaves, but he snatched me up and took me back inside. He did let me play with my kong a little bit each time before I was put back to bed. That was nice.
I know he really likes me. He smiles at me and has given me a couple treats. He laughed at me when I sat down in my food dish. It's as big as me. Obviously he's too stupid to realize I'm big. Right now I weigh 10 pounds. He said I should put my goal weight as 70 pounds. haha. He's crazy.
Well, I should go. You see, the sun's up and so is my dad, so now it's time to sleep.
