We got hit with a really bad wind/rainstorm this past weekend. Everyone was saying it was like a hurricane. I dunno what the heck that means, all I know is it was way too windy to even pee! Usually, I love being outside. Even in blizzards. But this was not fun. I ran right back inside after I did what I had to do… it’s no fun to be hanging around outside with your eyes squinted so the rain/blowing leaves doesn’t get in them, getting soaking wet. Bleh.

I am really looking forward to warmer weather… and the dog park!! And hopefully, giving you guys more stuff to read here.

Yesterday one of my idols, Cesar Millan’s partner in crime, Daddy, passed away at age 16. I looked up to Daddy because he was always so good… my mom & dad watch Cesar’s show all the time, and everytime I saw Daddy I tried to be like him, which was hard during my puppyhood because all I really wanted was to jump on people and chew their fingers. But Daddy was always so cool. How did he stay so calm? He was amazing.

Daddy battled cancer and went through chemotherapy! How brave. I think I speak for not only canines but humans too when I say he was an inspiration, the perfect example of “calm assertive” energy and an example of how we should all be.

I don’t think I’m the only dog who’s really saddened at this news today. I definitely need an extra Milkbone tonight.

My most favorite toy, my oldest friend, my beloved Kong was taken away.

Well, actually, all three of my Kongs were taken away.

Apparently, you’re not supposed to rip pieces of the rubber off. Unfortunately, if you stuff it with treats, and I can’t get them out by tossing it around, I’m going to chew them out. That’s just common sense.

And that means that dad confiscated my two Kongs. I can smell them in the garbage can. I cried and howled for them, but he told me I couldn’t have it anymore. Then he left, and came home with a brand new one!

OH MY GOD I was so EXCITED. He opened the package, I could smell it!! It was alllll mine and brand new and I could chew it and throw it and it’ll bounce and OH MY GOD I LOVE KONGS. So my dad stuffed it with treats. And I played with it. And nothing came out. So I took it into my bed and layed down and started to rip off the rubber to make the hole bigger, so the treats come out. Duh.

And dad yelled “NO!” and ran over and took it away again. When he took it back to the store, the manager asked him what kind of dog he had, and insinuated that I was a monster of some sort because these things are supposed to be the strongest toys ever. Hmph.

I have a feeling there’ll be no more Kongs for me, since these were the black Extreme Kongs, and they don’t make any stronger ones. And now that I’ve “learned to destroy” them, I can’t have them anymore.

Poop.

Not only that, but a brand new rope chew toy that dad bought me was taken away too. I guess you’re not supposed to tear the rope?

In short… there are now even fewer toys I can have! Damn. Sometimes it sucks being an awesomely strong, incredibly handsome dog. Indestructible my paw, Kong people!