Tess

My Bad

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Tess

Did you ever do something really bad? Something that got you in big time trouble? My bad self took over last week and I tried to kill Asher’s brother Zag.

I mean I really went after the little fur ball. I didn’t like him when I met him last year. He’s way too tight with Ash and I don’t want him in our pack. Our mom dotes on him and I can’t stand him getting that much attention.

I acted like everything was okay when he showed up this time. I kept my distance and growled super quiet under my breath. Mom told me no growling so I quit the noise and gave him the stink eye instead.

In fairness to Zag, he didn’t do anything wrong. I just don’t like him. After the trip to the beach he and Ash were going on about how much fun they had. I got tired hearing about it. Mom took us all in the big yard to sniff and pee. That’s when I saw my chance and launched on Zag.

Oh I got a good mouth full of fur. I had him pinned and was going to give him a licking he wouldn’t forget. I figured I’d scare the spit out of the little mongrel and he wouldn’t come back. Next thing I knew I was being lifted in the air by my fur. Mom had me by the neck and got all my feet off the ground.

I let go of Zag and he took off running. Mom put me on the ground and held me down for a long time. She told me I didn’t run the pack and she wasn’t going to put up with my bad behavior. I had to lie still for the longest time. The silly people were so upset I almost felt sorry for them.

Zag was covered in slobber from me grabbing him but otherwise he was fine. I was bleeding from my lip where I bit myself. It tasted funny but I didn’t mind. Ash was horrified. He couldn’t believe I would do that to his little brother. I thought he was gonna to cry. Jack just shook his head and went to his favorite bed.

I was the center of attention most of the evening. Everybody was talking about me and my bad self. I didn’t care. I put a good scare into Zag, not to mention the people. The rest of the time Zag and I were kept separate. I did some time in solitary so Zag could hang with my pack. How disgusting. Zag got to be on MY couch. Good thing dad didn’t pet him much.

Ash wants to know why I’m so mean. He says he wouldn’t do that to my family. I don’t know what to tell Ash. The mean just takes over sometimes. I should be sorry, but I’m not. Mom says that worries her because she knows I’ll do it again. For now everything is fine. Zag went home. I’ve got my couch back. Life is just the way I like it. Your reporter, Tess.

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Brothers

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Ash and Zag

This is not an illusion. This is me and my brother Zag. Every year since Zag was born our moms make us pose for this silly picture. At first it was real easy to tell us apart by our markings. But now that we’re older we look more and more alike.

I’ve been thinking a lot about my brother Zag. Not only does he look like me, he thinks like me. He’s crazy nuts about my mom too. If anything ever happened to Zag’s mom, he’d come live with us.

We weren’t raised together so it’s kinda funny that we have so many of the same habits. We know exactly how to play the growly mouth game. We LOVE the ball. We’re both scared of sudden noises. We love cats. We’re good pals and never fight.

I like having a brother who likes me. There were about twelve of us in the two litters, one year apart. The only brother I’m close to is Zag. We were the only blue dogs in each litter. It’s almost like we’re twins born a year apart. Zag was born on April Fool’s Day. That’s why I call him the little fool.

Me, I was born on February 12th. Not much significant about that day in history except for my mom. She says it’s the day that changed her life, only she didn’t know it for another two months until she took me home.

I got a couple more pictures of me and Zag doing our guy stuff on the beach. You can tell we were having a fun time. This is my last bark about the beach trip. Next year we’re gonna do it again. Gotta run!

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Beach Rugby

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Ash

Have you ever played beach rugby? It’s a really fun game. Me and my brother Zag played yesterday until we were so tired we couldn’t run anymore.

Here’s me after a nasty scrum. I went low for a ball and plowed the sand with my nose. I’m just catchin’ a breather before we went at it again.

You know what’s neat? Some mom’s don’t let their dogs play in the muck and get as dirty as me and Zag. My mom did say something like “oh no!” when she saw me, but she was laughing so hard I knew she didn’t mean it.

My brother Zag got dirty too, but his fur sheds the sand faster. Oh my gosh, I had the very best time ever at the beach. The moms hit the ball until their shoulders ached. I kinda felt sorry that they were hurting, but I didn’t want them to stop.

It was fun being the center of attention. They kept throwing us the ball and taking our pictures. Sometimes they would shout “yes!” when I jumped really high. My mom calls me “Ashman” when I’ve performed some amazing jump, and I know she’s real proud of me.

High Flyers

Here’s me and Zag going after the ball. I can out jump him, but he gives me a good shove once in a while. He’d make a great free safety.

Okay, maybe I’m bragging a little, but take a look at this next picture. Imagine the ‘hang time’ and tell me I’m not a hot dog! Yippee! I sure had a blast at the beach. Stay tuned. I got some more really good pictures. Gotta run!

Ash Jumping