Do you know what my mom has done to me now? It's called a Pixie and it is my newest tormentor.

She was supposed to be my girlfriend. With friends like her, I'd rather have a cat.

When she was little (in this picture we had only had her a few days) it was ok. I kinda thought she was cute.

So this one day I tried to play with her and she bit me! Bit Me! The man! The boss! Not only that, but where she bit me was, well, not cool. That's all I can say on a family blog.

So that was it. No more Mr. Niceguy.

I tried growling, nipping, running, but it didn't matter she just kept coming. She has stolen all my toys, sleeps in my bed, stole my blankie, eats my food and steals my biscuits. She never quits!

Poor Mom. She tries to keep her from biting me, but when Mom's not looking, she sneaks up on me and pounces. Ouch! In the nose, the foot, the ear, or that other place.

Mom fixed her though. She had surgery. No pups for her! Ha! Mom said that it would be more trouble than she could handle and with my age and all, it could even be dangerous for us both. I tried to be romantic, licked her ears, gave her kisses. All she did was bite me! What's up with that? Any of you guys out there have that problem? So now it's just me trying to find some peace.

She is 6 months old now and has found her voice so it probably won't be long before she steals my blog too.

Keep Waggn',

Spike (& Pixie)