Tag Archives: Piper
Mom Wears Piper Out
My mom wears me out. She goes from this room to that room. I have to follow her. That’s my job. I’m a doggy. It’s how we protect our humans. We stay close. Besides, Mom might have a treat in … Continue reading →
Piper Goes on Vacation
I caught my mom packing the suitcase. I looked right at her and barked. “Make sure you pack my things,” I told her. She listened. She packed my water bowl and food bowl. And of course, my food. She even … Continue reading →
Piper Goes to the Doggy Wash
I heard Mom on the phone. She was talking to Auntie Allison. And I heard the word bath. DOGGY BATH! Oh no! I barked and barked at Mom. “I don’t need a bath, Mom! I don’t.” I told her over … Continue reading →
Scary Storms
It’s scary when the sky goes boom. And the big winds come. And the sky-lighters cut the sky. I don’t like it. Not one bit. Sometimes I bark at the boom-booms. I hide too. That’s when those boom-booms are really … Continue reading →
Piper Talks to Mom
I talk to my mom all the time. I like to talk to Mom. She calls it barking. Sometimes she calls it whining or yipping and yapping. I talk to her when she puts on a jacket. I get all … Continue reading →
When Mom Goes Away
Sometimes my mom goes away. And she doesn’t take me with her! How can she do that? I tell her it makes me so sad. Then I walk her over to the treat box. That’s when I smile and tell … Continue reading →
Piper Has a Brother
I have a brother. Mom says he’s fairy-oral. That means he’s wild. He has his own house and bed. It’s on the front porch. Mom made him a house before he was born. His mom came to my Mom for … Continue reading →
Piper Scolds the Humans
Uncle Michael came to visit. I got so excited. I love Uncle Michael. He pets me and plays ball with me. I watched him get out of his truck. He started walking to me. I got so excited. I knew … Continue reading →
It’s Piper’s Birthday
It’s Piper’s Birthday It’s my birthday, April 27. Mom tells me my birth date means I’m a Taurus. I don’t know what that means. I tell her I’m a doggy. I’m 10 years old. In human years I’m still a … Continue reading →
Piper Was a Bad Girl
I was a bad girl. I ate Lily’s food. That’s what bad girls do. Eat their sister’s food. I could tell Mom was really disappointed in me. I could tell by the way she looked at me. She put her … Continue reading →