I drop my favourite toy into her lap and signal to her with my bright, doeful eyes that it is time to go home. "Home", such an unfamiliar word to me but it does exist by default in every dog's vocabulary. I'll just have to re-learn the word since I no longer have one. If I am lucky, this time I get to keep it for eternity.
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I am Pote (a Japanese slang for 'Potato'). At the time this blog is first set up, I'm 5 years and 6 months old. Yes, I am no cute bouncy puppy (I blame my mom, she's a late starter at everything!) but I am still cute! And bouncy! And I am not quite senior yet.
Mom said I am so sassy. Cute and friendly and sociable, but oh so sassy when it comes to strange deliverymen and my "friend" Mr Postman.
This is my little private diary about my life. Dogs do not have an enough exciting life? Think again.
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