Dolce's Diary

5/97---I have left that horrid cement place with metal gates and way too many barking dogs and have arrived at a rather large two story building with soft floors. So far it seems a lot better than that other place. There are other dogs here, a pretty Golden one named Dax and a huge yet easily scared dark one called Frankie. I ignore them and focus instead on nice lady with brown hair. Through the night I woke up and peed on a thing called ‘bed’ three times and nice lady stopped the bad one from killing me. I will remember this bad one forever. As I write I’m plotting revenge.

6/97---A black Lab. called Tessa is in my formerly happy home. She is being trained to be a service dog. I think it would be a real service to kick her sorry butt out of my house! Sometimes I’m cold so I snuggle with her but make no mistake, I dislike her. She gets sick a lot and I hear talk of her going back to California. I hope she goes soon.

10/97---It’s just me and Frankie now. Beautiful Dax, whom I called “Dad” has gone to a place named Heaven. I miss him, but I feel truly sorry for Frankie because he is very heartbroken and lost without his brother.

11/97---The bad one made me sweaters to wear for the cold weather. I look fabulous as I prance in the neighborhood. The children smile and remark on my good looks. I can’t blame them, I really am turning out to be quite the African Queen. Seems I’m part Rhodesian Ridgeback and have a history of being a bold hunter of lions. I haven’t found any lions here in Flagstaff, so I hunt my brother instead. Fun! I now love the formerly ‘bad one’ because she makes lovely sweaters.

12/97---Peace is shattered. A tiny black and light thing named Wicket has come to live here.

1/98---Wicket appears to be somewhat limited in the brain department and follows me around like like a commoner. I’m now enjoying her company and when Mama isn’t looking I hunt her down! The other night I sent her flying across the room, but Mamas didn’t see the humor in this action and I was yelled at and locked in the bedroom for a ‘timeout’.

7/99---We have moved to a hot land, I don’t like it.

11/99---Our house here in Sedona is smaller but somehow Frankie, Wickie and I manage to have fun. We go for hikes with Mamas and it’s fun.

5/00---Big brother Frankie is not feeling well. Sometimes he can’t get up and sometimes he cries. I’m sad.

7/00---Frankie has things called seizures and he shakes a lot and then is tired. I’m sad.

9/00---Frankie is losing weight and goes to the vet a lot.

12/00---Frankie has joined Dax in Heaven. Wickie and I miss him yet we hope he is out of pain now.

2/01---Another black and light pup has come to live with us. Her name is Chloe and as much as I hate to admit it, she’s sweet and I adored her immediately. I don’t know why but I feel as if part of Frankie is in her soul. She is only 10 weeks old and has dear eyes.

3/01---Wickie has just come home from having her fur shaved off. She’s shy for a few days because she feels naked. HA HA I hunt her more during this time period, it’s quite amusing.

5/01---Chloe is such a good puppy, no peeing or pooing on the rug. No biting of ‘forbidden’ items, she is truly a dream canine. I love her so much.

8/01---A little Chocolate Lab. has joined our family. I never saw Frankie this little but the new boy Rocky is pretty. Wickie hates him.

10/01---Chloe and Rocky are like peas in a pod. She tries to teach him the path of light, but he chooses the path of trouble every time! Mamas hug and kiss him a lot but he gets reprimanded when he is bad....which is much of the time. HA HA

12/01---For Christmas, I have asked that Rocky go away and live somewhere else.

12/25/01---No luck, the little brat is still here.

1/02---Tonight I am hunting Rocky, what fun!

3/02---Wickie is playing tug of war with the brat Rock, she likes him well enough now and enjoys a good game. Chloe and I are relaxing on the couch.

5/02---Mamas have invented a new game ‘socks’ it is called. They throw a whole mess of socks onto the living room carpet and we play! Rocky is a gatherer and goes around collecting as many as he can and then hoardes them in his kennel. Wicket enjoys killing the socks and Chloe sits in a corner and gnaws on one sock. I enjoy tearing them apart! HA HA After about a half hour of supervised play, Mamas pack up the socks for another day. They are sure to clear out Rocky’s kennel because socks can get stuck in a dog’s stomach and hurt them badly.

5/02---Rocky was bothering me today and I reminded him who I am, ‘Dolcenia, queen of everything. Lion hunter extreme.’ Silly boy just laughed and told me, ‘Duh I’m da Rock starring as the Puppy King.’ He seriously watches too much television.