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Life Lessons of a Fizzgig
Part 1: My new home
At night I go upstairs with my whole family. I sleep in a crate at night and when the people need to leave the house. The first night I was a bit anxious and sad being put in the crate – I was used to sleeping in a big pile with my brothers and sisters. But the shaggy dog came and lay down in front of my crate when I started to cry, and that was almost as good. Now I don’t mind going in my crate, especially since I get fed in there and have my own special bone and owl in there with me.
Rosie, the shaggy dog, seems to be the boss. She won’t let me chew on her face fur or step on her. I play bow at her and sometimes she’ll play a little bit but mostly she barks or growls at me. My brother Carlisle didn’t like me at first, and would squash me flat, which scared me. Now he’s my best friend. We play together and roughhouse all the time. Usually I start it but sometimes he does. He lets me chew on his ears and sometimes on his lips, but then he’ll squash me flat. I just come right back for more!
I also have a nice big yard I can run around in. The best part of the yard is the ditch at the bottom of the hill. I love to play and run in the ditch! My mom and dad, and even my brother, can’t figure out why the ditch is so wonderful. I play in the yard with my brother or my parents. They have a great toy, a fleece squeaky toy on the end of a long string, which is attached to a long stick. My mother calls it my lunge whip toy; I just call it tons of fun! They whip it around in big circles and I chase it and leap in the air to catch it, and everyone oohs and aahs at my acrobatic abilities. I’m looking forward to getting to do more in the rest of the house, like the cats get to, but for now I’m pretty content.
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