Skeeter notes: Sometimes, I get 'writer's block' when trying to come up with something clever for my blog posts here. So, I asked my Pug "princess," Phoebe, to write something for me this week. Now, you may say to yourself, "Dogs can't write!" And you would be correct. However, with patience, training, and treats, they can be taught to type. So, without further ado, I present Part 1 of "The Phoebe Philes." Hello! My name is Phoebe, but you probably know that from reading Skeeter's rather weak introductory remarks. Allow me to tell you a little about myself: I am approximately eight years old (according to Dr. Mark at Crossroads Veterinary Clinic). Skeeter and Sweetie adopted me from a shelter when we were all living in Arkansas. I can't remember much about life before I came to live in the Nash household, but I know I had some puppies along the way. Where they are now, I don't know, but it doesn't bother me much. Oh, sure, sometimes I wake up the entire house because I had a dream about my kids, and woke up crying and howling. But that doesn't happen very often.

Here are some of my likes: sleeping, eating, getting my belly rubbed, sleeping some more, barking at the mail carrier, barking at the cats, (there are TWO of those alien creatures living in our house!), barking at something I thought I saw over there, sleeping, and finding the nearest lap so I can do some more sleeping.

My dislikes? Having to go outside when it's wet and/or cold, being woken up to go outside when Skeeter gets up at 3:30 in the morning to get ready for what he calls his "job," waiting for SOMEONE to refill my food bowl, having to share the house with two other (inferior) dogs, and the aforementioned "alien" felines, and generally being told what to do.

I guess I'll be writing stuff on here from time to time, whenever Skeeter can't seem to come up with anything interesting (as if he ever does). So, thanks for reading this, and be sure to check back here in the future to see what else I have to say!

--Phoebe (The Pug Princess)