Cassie is blogging again

I didn't know an outing meant going somewhere in the car. I bark and scream in the car.  I have to be real loud so they can hear me over the music.  I was glad the "outing" only lasted about 5 minutes, because it's hard work barking that much.  I went to a huge building.  It was so much fun.  There were many dogs like me there, and they liked me except for one who was mean.  I saw a dog that made me think I was seeing spots.I met my new best friend named Zoe.  She is just my size and she said her owner is named Cookie Joan.  I love her.  My friend Zoe's mom was there, too.  She sniffed me all over.

There were gates or baby gates everywhere.  I can fit through them.  When we leftwe had to get back in that car.  The old lady I live with said I need more "outings".  I would say yes if I get to see Cookie Joab and Zoe.  I would say no if it means a car ride.

Today was a quiet sad day here.  Me and mom and Foxxy went upstairs to the bedroom by ourselves.  Some people came over and then when we went downstairs the old dog was gone and the old lady was sad.

I have a list of new things I ate this week: foam rubber, tags off of things. I tried to eata tie, a ballpoint pen, stuffing my mom took out of a toy, and a rug.  My mom is so much fun.  I bite her and chase her and we break toys together.

I guess I am not always a good dog, because I feel like they are unhappy around here because I am peeing in the house.  I pee outside and I pee inside.  So what?

Last night, mom and Foxxy and I had a big adventure.  We went outside to go pee before going to bed, and as soon as the old man opened the door, mom and Foxxy took off across the yard.  They were barking and all excited, so I jumped off the porch and ran after them.  There across the yard was what looked like a new toy.  It was shaped like one of my toy animals that's asleep.  It  was about the same size as what the old lady calls a "cat", but it didn't run away when we ran up to it.  The old man started yelling and yelling at us.  Mom was barking and barking, as was Foxxy.  The old man grabbed mom's collar and my collar and pulled us away from the toy.  Then the toy woke up, and it had really nasty looking teeth.  It was very ugly!  The old man made us go inside even though we wanted to try and chase it.  The man said it was a possum.  He dragged mom and me back in the house, and of course Foxxy came along, since she always does what the man asks her to do.  I got so excited about this that I forgot to pee!  So the man took me back out, but on a leash.  I thought maybe I could play with the possum, but it was gone.  I guess we scared him away!  We are good watch dogs!