A Dog and His Friend

Oh boy, oh boy...Life was fun now that I had made a friend. Little Peeps was a joy to be around. We liked nothing better than to stalk a unsuspecting cricket.

Sure there were times when she'd snap back to an almost feral state of mind due to her bi-polar disorder, but dodging a few slashes from her talon like claws was a small price to pay to enjoy our special moments together.

When Little Peeps and I weren't chasing bugs and each others tails, we turned our attention to our new favorite game - herding Shaka Boo. I became such a devout fan of the game that I even challenged Shaka Boo by myself.

The time Little Peeps and I spent together made Shaka Boo's fur frizzled. She could no longer tolerate our joyful playing together and our constant attempts to herd her like a sheep.

And then, while enjoying her two favorite past-times of eating and glaring at Little Peeps, she suddenly had a idea that made her grin a wide as the Grinch on the day he stole Christmas.