I was only a month old when my brother and I went to live with new masters. I was driven to their home

wrapped in a blanket. My first day there, I knew I was very lucky to be a part of their family As the days

passed, I felt I had a piece of heaven with all the attention and love I was getting. My meals were

of the highest quality and I had treats galore. My brother and I went out to play in a fenced yard

. At times, I managed to dig holes, but was always caught before I could make good my escape. On

occasions, when I was let out of the yard, with supervision, I would try to make a mad dash for the

streets, only to be pulled back by my tail. I thought my master was too old to run. Boy! Was I surprised!

Growing up with my family was never dull. I was treated like one of their children. When I was bad

I got punished. I can't count on my fingers how many times I heard the newspaper bang with a loud

noise and a voice saying, "Bad Boy." I guess it was meant for me because I was always getting my brother

into trouble and my master knew it.

One day, while everyone was off to work, I talked my brother into eating a hole through the plaster in the

hopes of escaping outside for some fresh air. When my master came home, I wish I had

ear plugs. The hole in the wall was re-plastered, but it never looked the same. Oh well! At least myaster

has something to remember me by.

My brother and I had nothing on humans. I fought with him and he fought with me. One day I hit him in

the eye with my paw and my brother returned the compliment by biting my ear. That's when I had my

first encounter with the veterinarian.

When the vet put my brother on the table, to take a look at his eye, I placed my head there to watch his

every move. After all ,I had to protect him. When my turn came to get medicated, my brother's head took

the same position mine left. My brother looked me straight in the eye and I looked back at him. The

message was received loud and clear. "Don't worry , I have my eye on him."

I remember the time my master bought a pool. I would run and jump in it causing water to spill on the

grass. Sometimes, I almost fell on my the south end.

I was too young to understand why my master was carrying my brother out the door. Why I could not tag

along. Little did I know my brother had just died because of a damaged heart valve. He was only six

months old and I would never see him again.. Time dragged waiting for my master to return with my
brother.

When my master finally came back, my brother was not with them. I looked everywhere, in rooms, under

beds, in closets, even in the yard. I looked for days. I wondered where my brother was hiding? I thought

he picked a good place, if I could not find him. Finally, I realized I would never see my brother again, so

I stopped looking, but remained sad. I received more attention than before. My master was either playing

with me or taking me for walks.

I realized early in life I had the stuff girls were looking for. I guess you could call me the canine lover.

Whenever I went for a walk with my master, all the female dogs tagged alone, some even threw

themselves at my feet. One female always barked when she heard me go by, so her master

would let her go out and walk with me. Imagine, she thought it was a pleasure just to walk beside me.

Would you believe even the female dogs came to visit me in my yard? The cute dog next door always

came over to the fence, just to kiss me. Oh! Those were the days.

I used to get a cookie just by refusing to get up and go for a walk. Once they gave me the cookie, I got up,

and got a second cookie when I returned. Boy! Did I outsmart them?

I remember the first time I tried to get on the bed. I used to wait until my master went to bed, then

jumped in. My master push me. I got even, I snored all night.

My female master took enjoyment in making me dress up in adult clothing, just so she could take stupid

pictures of me. I went along for the ride. If it made her feel good, what is a few pictures? I always got

cookies. I guess she was planning on entering me in contests. You should have seen some of the

pictures. It was bad enough when she put the big cowboy hat on my head and it fell over my eyes, but

when she put the stereo earphones on my ears, I don't even like music .

When I got taken for walks, I stopped and sniff a lot and my leash got jerked. I got even, when my master

was not looking I stopped short and he tripped. Revenge is sweet.

Well, now my story has come to an end . I am growing old. I lived my life like a king. Everyone has to

say good-bye sometime and my time is now. I hope my master do not grieve too long over my death. I'd

like to see another dog enjoy the great life I had. My only wish, I remain the king in their hearts, and

the new dog, a prince.

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