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• HI EVERY DOG AND KAT!! It's me....Rambo. I hope you didn't forget about me cause it's been over 30 days since I last said "HI". But it's not my fault. I paw pinky swear. Paws crossed. It's the lazy bum's fault. Yep....that's right. She's a lazy bum and I am sooooooo mad at her right now. Anywho....I finally got the lazy bum to get on the computer I HAVE NEWS!! I have 5 things to tell you.
• I got into a fight with my neighbor Zeus. He's a maltese. I know.....what kind of name is Zeus?? Anyway, I was minding my own business, sitting calming in the garage while G-Mom aka lazy bum was de-cluttering her clutter. In a flash, Zeus runs out of his house and towards my house, barking like a wild coyote. Well....I just stopped him in his tracks. I ran out of the garage and towards Zeus and showed him my big fangs. Then we got into a fight. Guess who won?? ME...of course. Zeus went running home like a kitty kat......no offense kitty kats.
• A week later I got into another fight. This time with a dog named Tucker, a golden retriever. He lives next door to my other dawg house in Pasadena. I went out back to do my business. That's when I smelled him. He was lounging on the grass in his back yard. I crawled under his fence and showed him my big fangs. He's so silly.....he started wagging his tail like he thought I was going to play with him. Big dummy......I was there to fight! I wanted to show him that I was the new dog on the block. Guess who won that fight? ME....of course.
• G-Mom said she saw a reindeer on the road. She said it was sitting right in the middle of the road. I know....I don't believe her either. Next thing she'll be telling me she saw Santa Paws too. I think maybe she's drinking that silly water again.
• G-Mom said she saved a cat. She said she went to the bank and while she was at the ATM another car pulled up. It was meowing. Hmmmm......the car was meowing??? Okay, I think somebody added something to G-Mom's silly water. She said that the girl driving the car heard it too. Yeh, right. Anyways... the driver of the car popped the hood and there was a little kitty kat in there. G-Mom saved her. G-Mom told her she should name the kitty Kia...since the car was a Kia. Ha! I still don't know if I believe her.
• Last but not least...I have bad news. I need surgery. Yep. I have a stone in my bladder. I have no idea how it got there. I don't remember eating any stones. The doggy doc says it has to come out. Now G-Mom says she needs to plant another money tree cause it's gonna cost 1500 leaves. But I'm worth it, right???

I'm coming back......I PROMISE. (As soon as I can get the old lady G-Mom to sit her butt down on the chair) I have NEWS!!

She Won't Smell Me Now.

G-Mom does not know how to sit still. Yesterday was a beautiful day....actually is was a great day for sunbathing and doing nothing butt laying around. But NO.......G-Mom is such an itch. She just HAD to give me a bath.I thought Sunday's were for relaxing???? Not in this dawg house. One good thing came out of this.......Daisy won't be able to smell me now cause I smell like a girl. Hah!

It's Not Me.

HEY EVERY DOG AND KAT. I AM STILL HIDING FROM DAISY. WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THIS DISQUISE?? HOW ABOUT THIS?

She'll Never Find Me Here!

Daisy

Pssssssttttt. It's me Rambo. I just wanted to let you know that I am still in hiding. She is still scratching on my front door every day. Oh, btw.....her name is Daisy. I don't know about you, but she's doesn't look like a flower to me!!

So, I have decided to use a disquise. It's the only way I can go outside and do my business. Do you think she will know it's me??

BEING STALKED

I met her in the Pets Prison. At first I thought she was nice. We talked about things. We talked about life. We had nothing else to do. It was boring as hell in there, ya know? It passed the time. Then she started following me around, sniffing every last place I went. She sat where I sat. Peed where I peed. Ate where I ate. She even tried to follow me to my cell!

I thought maybe Prison was making her a little weird. On the day of my release, we shaked paws goodbye. She gave me a strange look.

The day after I got home, guess who came to my front door? HER!! She comes by every day. Every stinking day, so now I am in hiding. Does anyone know the Dogfather??????????

HELP!

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I NEED HELP! PLEASE BRING CAKE WITH RAZOR BLADE ASAP. THE FOOD HERE STINKS! I AM AT THE PETS PRISON IN WALNUT, CA. FOR ONE WEEK. PLEASE HURRY!!

Name Game Happy 4th!!

Happy 4th of July!! Today we are playing Frankie's Name Game. Me first, Rambo.

My mom Dana wanted a chihuahua, a boy chihuahua. She wanted to name him Miquel. She had this planned for months and was looking around in shelters and in newpapers. One day she stumbled over me, literally. I was born in Chino California on June 5, 2005 in the backyard of her friends neighbor. I was running around with my brothers and sisters and my mom saw me. She said she fell instanly in love with me. Mom said I was the fiestiest of the bunch and changed my name from Miquel (which sounds kinda whimpy to me) to RAMBO, tuff chihuahua. I agreed. As some of you know, I have lived up to my tuff dawg name. When I was one year old, my mom took me to New Jersey on a vacation, and I got lost (long story). I survived for nine days in the woods eating crap off the ground and sips of water from the rain puddles, then my G-Pop and G-Mom found me. So, not only am I one tuff chihuahua, I am a very lucky one!!! So that's my story.

Midget second.

Three years later, my mom Dana got the itch to get a sister for my bro, Rambo. She wanted to name her Cinderella. She began once again to look in shelters and newspapers, and literally stumbled over me too!! I was born in Pomona, California on March 2, 2008 in the backyard of some nasty humans house. My doggy mom was sick and couldn't take care of me and the humans didn't like me, so I was tossed on the street to fend for myself. I didn't want to leave, so I just hung around the neighborhood with my sisters and brothers. One by one, they all died. I was the only one left when my human mom found me. My feet were covered in tar and I was very skinny and dirty. I was covered with fleas. My mom Dana took me home and cleaned me up. She decided that Cinderella wasn't the right name for me. She made a list......Chi Chi, Cha Cha, Lola, Lila, and so on. In the mean time, G-Pop started calling me Midget Molly until the right name was chosen for me.

Well....the humans took so long naming me that I began to recognize Midget Molly as my name, and so the story is told. My name is Midget Molly and I like it.

Silent Sunday