Like my dad I not only eat for sustanance, we also eat for enjoyment. If the food is good, we both like to savor it even after there is no more physiologigcal, (if I spelled that wrong please remember I am just a dog),  need to eat. The fact that we still feel hungry or still want to eat more we call it “emotional huinger”. Often my mom will say, “you’ve had enough” and we will say, “but I am still emotionally hungry!”

Lately however my food has been bland. BLAH! So I have decided to go on a hunger strike. Power to the Puppies!  We are revolting because our food is revolting!….that is our motto, pretty cool huh? See what I did there? I used the word “revolting” two different ways, pretty trick  huh? Kinda’ makes me one smart pooch, eh? Us revolutionaries have to be intellects, it is like part of the code, otherwise world leaders won’t notice you. Maybe I can get some sort of Nobel Peace prize? Maybe like a piece of pizza? Wait, is it Peace prize or Piece prize? Diddn’t Al Gore win one? or was it Obama? (is it supposed to be O’bama?…isn’t he Irish?)…any way I digress if it was one of them it must be a Piece prize. Maybe they got a piece of gum or something? Neither of them ever created Peace so it must be Piece?

Where was I? Oh yeah, So my dad realized I was revolting, (Ok I am not revolting I am in the action of revolt as in revolution not as in stomach turning) so he decided to give in and give me some chicken in my dog food. Me being the hard core revolutionary that I am,  held out. POWER TO THE PUPPIES! Right On!  So he then gave me some pork chop in my food too. …and I was like, ” wassup dog no appetizer”? So then he topped it all off with some Cheeto’s!
So, in the end the pro-western establishment sued for peace with the upstart PUPPY NATION and all were happy and there was peace and tranquility in the world once more!

Life Lesson: You have to fight for what you want, but you don’t have to be revolting.

Pesky Little Trouble Maker in Class

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So it is Tuesday night again and I am all excited. Class is actually fun, I meet my new friends, we learn a little, we play a lot, and we all have a good time.

But tonight I have this little Irish dog trying to start trouble. We all start out playing having a good time and not doing anything real serious, but as things progress he is really starting to bite my snout. I mean he is still acting like playing but his teeth are out and he ain’t afraid to show ’em. He is nipping at my nose, my eyes, my face, I am like Woa! what the……bark, bark. He even dares to bark back! Maybe it is because I am English and he is Irish? Maybe he is a member of that group “PITA”.

He seems to get along with the dog from Labrador and the little Shitzu just fine. Maybe it is an insecurity thing or maybe he figures if he can intimidate me he can rule the class.

The thing is I have to be real carefull. If I nip at him like he was nipping at me I will crush his head and everyone will be a bit upset. also he probably doesn’t taste that good anyway, ever eat Irish food?…Ok, that was a bit harsh, they make some good stuff like shepards pie and …uh, other stuff probably too.

Life Lesson: Don’t bite the mouth that is bigeer than your head!

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