l am a Little Black G** as bad as bad can be. I do everything I
shouldn’t and don’t do as I am told. I was first born so I am the boss. I wanted
every teat, and would only sleep on my own under the whelping rail. THEY were always
hauling me out, and I knew they would look for me. At two weeks old I fell out of the box
into the pen, they weren’t telling me I could not do this and that.
Come five weeks old when it got dark, I climbed up the Puppy Pen and over the top and must have fallen on my head THEY said, "No way could I have climbed over,adult Shiddies can’t, never mind me".I know I am A Little Black G**! So I showed them again that I could climb this silly pen. My brothers and sisters, all goody goods - gone!! The pen taken down, I thought I was free. They gave me a "woofy" whom I love, I shake it, chase it, and can throw it through the air.
But I can get bored.
So - I chewed the tassels on the chairs, I practiced chewing on the bureau corners, they tasted pretty good until they put mustard on them. Oh Phew!!
That Little Black G** is at it again.
I run around the room and bump my head, out the door like a Lightning jet. I fall off the step, and somersault down into the garden. I dig the lawn, pick up the turf, and fly in the house to see how far I can scatter it. Really I don’t know why l am always in trouble.
The Little Black G**!
I look around and feeling just a little bored, I scented something new. Oh just look at those beautiful blooming flowers. I stood on my hind legs to have a closer look, but they fell to the floor, so I had to eat them and scatter the soil as a plant pot holder I could not find.
I found THEIR glasses on a chair, daft places to leave them if you ask me. I chewed the ends and they were quite good. They say I am a Right Little Black G**! I refuse to be left, I seem to demolish their home. I scratch at the doors, leap from table to table like a tiger, I love to chew phone wires and any pens and things that I can find. I take all the papers and rip them apart, and anything else that gives me a buzz.
When I am quiet they want to know why. It can be a bit of a shock being suddenly woken to the cry of:
"Where’s that Little Black G**? Oh what shall
we do?"
Today we had snow, I hadn’t seen snow before so I was not sure. Up on my hind legs I barked and barked and bit flakes as they fell. Then under my feet I felt the snow, wow was it good. I ran round and round, leapt in and out and then I was gone. I was in a snow drift (and could not be seen but THEY hauled me out and sent me in. Snow balls like tennis balls were stuck to my chest.THEY threw me in warm water and dried me nice.
The Little Black G** has been at it again! THEY say they have never had a Shiddy like me before. Naughty and different I know I am. THEY take me for walks twice a day, the goody good ones go OH so slow, whilst I like to run so fast I somersault over and over again. Today I was wicked I chased some sheep. THEY shouted and bawled but I took no notice. I cornered my sheep and held them at bay. THEY spank my bum I just ran round and round all the more.
So tired was I when we reached home I curled up by the fire. I heard THEM say, The Little Black G** can’t do a thing right or do as she is told.
I know I am a Little Black G** and given the chance I would do it all again. But then I'm only six months old and I know they love their.... LITTLE BLACK GIT