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Italia

          

Dear Trolley

I just came home from my trip to Italy. I sent you a picture of me in front of the Ponte Vecchio in Florence and then above the ruins next to the coliseum in Rome. My favorite was the one in front of the Trevi Fountain. You know, that’s the one where you throw in a coin and make a wish. I made one for some new summer clothes from Devon & Drew. I hiked up the Path of the Gods in Amalfi. It was easy for me, but...


GoPro

Dear Trolley: My Mistress tried to put a GoPro on me so that I could show you my home from my point of view, but I am too small, and it kept sliding off. I looked so silly dragging the camera across the floor, taking pictures of the ceiling! I wanted to show you my eye view of the great new dog bed cover you sent me. I wish your Master had put my picture on the cover instead of that other dog. I know that he can put any picture on if you send it to him, but my...


Culinary Chicken Treats

Culinary Chicken Treats

 

Dear Never: I want to tell you about dog food. See, I’m a Yorky and Yorkies are supposed to be picky eaters. I am, but it’s also a game. I do really get easily tired of different dog foods, but sometimes, even before I get tired, I pretend I am because then my Master sits on the floor and feeds me with his fingers and praises me when I eat a little bit. It’s fun, and I do it if I feel like I haven’t had enough attention for a...


Summer Vacation pt. 2

 

The new sleeping place we stayed at, called Olympia, turned out to be more special than just a place that had a big piece of grass to play on. You could see for miles and miles, and way in the distance I could see tall buildings that were covered in white sheets. The Master pointed to them and asked someone how long the snow would stay, but I didn’t know what that meant. There was also a lot of water near the place we stayed. Master took me for a walk...


My Summer Vacation

        

My Master didn’t tell me that I was going on a vacation last summer. My Master, that’s what I call him. He has a name in dog speak, but it’s too long to say. Roughly translated it means, “he-who-walks-0n-hind-legs-brings-food”. So much too long for everyday use, and it seems to be some kind of a secret because every time I try to say it, I am told to be quiet. Anyway, one day I caught Master putting clothes into this box like thing which...