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Dear Diary,

Some Really Big Things have happened here.

One day Jack left to go for a ride in the car. But He Didn’t Come Home. Mom cried a whole lot. I Licked Her And She Let Me!!!!!

That Very Same Day, I lost my collar. She said, “Where is Your collar? Did Jack take it to show Spec?”

Mom said, “Want to ride in the car?” We went to A Pet Store. There were lots and lots of smells there. There were People And Dogs walking around the store. Mom got me a new collar and Jingly Tags.

Every day, Mom takes me for a walk. Just her and me. We go Very Very far where I have never been before. We go Very Fast and we walk for a long time. I like long walks.

At night, mom tells me to sleep by her. I like sleeping by her. It keeps my nose warm. She said, “Arya, you got a promotion to #1 bed warmer.”

Every day is Very Quiet now. Except when Sweetie, the dog next door, comes outside. She always barks, “Hey! I am here! I am here!” And then I run outside through the door and I bark, “Hey! I am here, too!”

I miss Jack.

Until next time.

Love, Arya

Dear Diary

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Dear Diary,

There was LOTS of PMail in that brush pile yesterday. We always stop there to read, but yesterday was THE BEST!!

We read that Mocha and Darla stopped there. And the skinny white cat that stares at us from the top of a car (and thinks we don’t see her, but we do! We just Pretend Not to see her!).

And the usual birds and squirrels had been through just since yesterday.

But, Jack thinks, there’s A New Dog that left some PMail. We ran the sniff test through both our Databases and this is Definitely one we haven’t smelled before.

Mom got tired of standing there while we were doing our analysis, so we’ll have to take it back up today.

Until next time.

Love,

Arya

Dear Diary, Love, Mom

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Dear Diary,

I might be getting to old for these neighborhood patrol duties. The other day, I had to rescue the dadgum possum in the back yard – again. This was the second possum rescue in two months. (At least this one was in the afternoon and not at 5:30 a.m.)

I was alerted by my neighborhood patrol colleagues that there was an intruder in the back yard. Why the possum chose to take a stroll across the yard in the middle of the afternoon, I have no idea.

Jack and Arya had the possum surrounded on the path and were barking to wake the napping. Jack was creeping closer and closer — and my calls for them to come to me were totally ignored.

The possum was not playing dead — she had her head up and was showing her teeth. I could just imagine her biting one of them. So I came up behind Jack and grabbed him by the tail. I pulled him to me, picked him up, and hightailed it for the back yard gate. Once the two canines were with me on the house side of the gate, I closed it so the possum could continue wherever she was going.

Someone told me later that possums eat lots and lots of ticks. If so, I’m grateful to her. But I don’t want any more possum rescues. Please, Ms. Possum. Stay out of the back yard. And please, Jack and Arya, no more possum hunting!

Love,
Mom

Dear Dairy. Love, Arya

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Dear Diary,

This has been the Worst Day of my life.

I found the most Beautiful Smell in the Back Yard and rolled in it. When Mom got home, she said I had to have A Bath! She even washed my Collar!

Worst of all, My Brother Jack didn’t have to get A Bath. He was Scared, so he Hid in the Closet.

Now my Ears are Tickley.

Until next time.

Love, Arya

PS Maybe tomorrow I can Play in the Back Yard again! ❤️

Dear Diary – Jack and Arya’s Christmas Card

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Dear Diary,

We are on a Christmas Card! (I don’t know what a Christmas Card is, but Mom is Very Excited about it.) We sat on the couch and Mom took our picture with the Christmas Cards.

Jack is on Lots of Cards. But I’m just on this one. Mom says I am Dressed like a Reindeer. And Jack is Dressed Like Santa Paws.

Mom took these Cards to our friend, Joe. He is going to send them To Philadelphia!!! (Joe said it is a Long Way Away.)

Mom said she will Go Away on Saturday with more Cards to share at The Art & Soul 12 South Holiday Mart. We don’t get to go. (That’s ok, because the Only Treat is Cider.)

Until Next time,

Arya

PS Mom said I should tell you there are more cards and t-shirts and other stuff you can see here.

Dear Diary. Love, Jack

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Dear Diary,

I have a new friend. His name is Andy. Andy came to the Blessing of the Animals and we played together. Andy’s Mom and my Mom are friends.

Andy and Andy’s Mom brought me a Present!

It was wrapped in pretty paper, so Andy helped to open it.

Mom and I were Very Happy. 😃 I wanted to keep them by my bed, but Arya wanted to lick them. Now Mom has two little Scotties on her piano in her office.

Mom said I can come and play with them later.

I hope I get to play with them and play with Andy, too.

That’s all for now. Love,

Jack

Jack and Arya, You’ve Got Mail!

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Dear Diary,

Mr. Squirrel is not the only one who is bad at writing Thank You Notes. Our Mom is, too. We got The Best Package from our Auntie in Oregon and Mom still hasn’t written our Thank You Note.

The Package had Fun Stuff for our Moms. And even Treats for them. (They never get treats like we do.) And we got some New Clothes in the package. Jack got a raincoat and I got a sweater. We like our Auntie in Oregon. She has Lots and Lots of Cats. We would like to play with her cats. (Well, my brother would just like to chase them. I would like to play with them.)

This is a video of us sniffing the new clothes.

Jack can’t wait for it to rain so he can try out his new raincoat.

I think Hoomans are Very Nice. Especially the Hoomans Who Like Dogs. (And Cats. And even Squirrels.) Mom says The World would be a better place if there were more Hoomans Who Like Dogs. (And Cats. And even Squirrels.)

Until Next Time. Love,
Arya