Pssst.. HEY! Its Dozer. Dad’s been busy lately, and a little lazy if you ask me. He hasn’t updated my site in awhile. I had to hop on here because I really need your help! Let me tell you whats been going on and then I’ll get to the important stuff.

Do you remember that time I ate the stuffing out of mom and dads comforter? I kinda forgot about it and tried it again on their brand new comforter. Dad caught me pretty quickly this time and threatened to kill me. My sweet dear mother came to my rescue. She freaked out and after some research started pouring hydrogen peroxide down my throat. It actually wasn’t too bad. It was kinda fizzy and tickled my tummy. After a few doses of the stuff my tummy tickled so much I lost my dinner and all the stuffing I had been snacking on. Mom said that was a good thing but seemed like a big waste of food to me. Anyway, I made it through okay and decided to leave the comforter alone.. for now.

I got a small whelp on my right check a few weeks ago. Dad said it looked like a bee sting or maybe a scratch but mom got worried and took me to see Doctor Jim. The doc said he thought the Spring season was bringing my allergies back and gave me a shot and some medicine to rub on my face. I hate that medicine! I think I’d rather just have some more shots. The swelling went away but the hair fell out around the spot. Mom says she still loves me but I’m a little self conscious. I now have to turn my head to the right so you can see my good side, the left side! Dad says the hair should grow back soon. I hope he’s right.

You wont believe this! Mom and dad were so busy running around on Saturday they forgot to buy me some more food. I ran out of the good fishy stuff and since I’m not supposed to have anything with chicken in it they fed me some vegetarian junk. It was nasty! I ate a little of it Saturday night because I was about to starve to death but Sunday morning I decided starving to death would be better than eating more of that icky icky boo boo. Daddy was nice and went to the feed store as soon as they opened Sunday and bought me more of my fishy stuff. I love my fishy food! Dad even gave me a little extra and fed me one extra meal yesterday since I refused breakfast. I how I love to eat! I also got some carrots, green beans, and a couple of cookies yesterday so I was a pretty happy boy.

Okay, so here’s the real reason I’m writing. I’m in trouble, big trouble! Mom called Doctor Jim and scheduled me an appointment to have me fixed. Dad says its just a weight reduction thing and it should make me faster. I’m no racing dog and I’ve grown quite attached to those danglies back there. I mean why do they want to get rid of them? I keep them real clean and take good care of them. Hayden had his removed and I laugh at him and tell him he’s a girl and now they want to remove mine too. We cant have that. I need your help! Somebody out there has to come save me! Look, you know you love me. I need your help. Lets work something out. I can dig up your plants, eat your garden vegetables, chew up your wooden furniture, produce lots of “fertilizer”, drool on your clean work pants, tear up your new comforter, walk on your back while your sleeping, or I am sure I have some other useful talent you can use. Come on.. what do you say? Please……