"Crazed? Me?"

 

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Me? Crazed? Well occasionally I do get excited.
You were going to leave me? What!!!
You forgot to feed me? What!!!
You mentioned the vet hospital? What!!!
Otherwise I am calm and relaxed.

So don't get me going now.

Are You Lookin' At Me?

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I don't know what you're doing over there. I am curious but also suspicious.
I don't trust easily as you know. Things are scary or dangerous or both.
I have to watch you at all times.
What?

Food? Oh, that's different.

Why Is This Dog Smiling?

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Hey, I only have a few expressions anyway.
Guarded, happy, confused and pleading.
Most of the time I choose happy. It works on both ends. Tail. Butt wiggle. Smile.
What was it you said, "Cookie"? "Walkies"? "Ride in the car"? "Dog park"? Who cares?

I'm up for it

I'm Little, So Watch Out!

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I guess women love me because I'm so little.
I'm smooth to the touch and
you can usually
hold me in your hand.
You can even carry me in your purse if
it's big enough.
But don't let that big dog come over here.

I may have to tear him apart.

This Wine Has a Great Nose. Like Mine!

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  We poodles are a bit more refined y'know.
We prance.  We get coiffed.

We're Pampered.

Mmmmm. This wine has body.
Who makes this? Purina?

You're Home!

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I didn't know where you were.
One minute you're here and we played.
And the next thing I know I'm alone.
For a long, long time.
It might have been days, I don't know.
I don't have a watch.

And now you're back.
Oh goodie.

I Can't Get Rid of My Wrinkles

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Do I look worried?
Well, yes I guess I do.
But I come by it honestly.
Years ago I was asked to do something I didn't understand.
It was "sit" or "stay" or something, I don't remember.
And so I wrinkled up my brow to try to grasp what was being asked of me.

And it stuck.

Sure I'm Happy. Why Do You Ask?

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 Sure I look a bit down.

But that doesn't mean I'm sad.

I have hang dog face, some of us were

born with it.

Your mother-in-law has one just like it.

But things are going OK.

My life is good, food's passable, and I get around pretty well when the squirrels

taunt me.

So not to worry.