I know Sid hates to swear. Not like most people he really thinks if he has to swear it means he has really lost his self control. He quotes Shakespeare and a lot of other people instead of swearing. Thinks if he swears he has proved himself to stupid to get the same result without swearing. As he gets older he learns more ways not to swear. Like one time a lady in front of him in line at a check out was being really mean to a cashier for no reason. Line was getting real long people were getting upset and the lady was really being mean. So Daddy behind he in line says " Lady are you always this rude or only since someone dropped a house on your sister. " The rest of the line started clapping the lady turned to say something but before she could daddy said " You should get home your Flying Monkey's must be starving" line began to laugh she shut up paid and left. As daddy was paying the clerk whispered thank you.
I was barking a lot today. Two of Sid's friends were over who go do errands for him when he is having a bad time. That has been happening a lot since his bother died last month. Anyway he had to yell at me but did it without swearing. I guess I will hear this again but he finally go tired of no one hearing over my barking and yelled "Rocky shut the Pup up". I did. Sid almost never yells. So I guess he will be saying that again from time to time. I am kind of glad he won't swear at me or the cat either. The cat can make him cry not by being bad but with allergies and he has a hard time making him get off him if he isn't well. He has to take pills to live with the cat but Jessie who I used to belong too also brought him a kitten to look after for a few days whose mother had died. That was 6 years ago. He just keeps lifting the cat off him. He hasn't yelled at it yet. If he keeps having sick mornings maybe he will yell but I bet he won't swear.
On days he can't go out because his disorder is acting up he always hires someone so I get out at least twice a day. Daddy tires. I try to be good too. Daddy says I am the world's oldest good puppy cause I am 15 almost 16 in two months. Daddy's doctor says he can expect at least a few more bad months. Cold out doesn't help either.
But Mr Wisker's and I still love him and hope he fells better soon. He spoils us when he can. I know he gets scared lately. He cries about missing his brother sometimes. He never used to cry. Jessica rescued me and Mr Wisker's but when she couldn't keep taking care of us Sid never complained just took over for her and he tries to keep us happy. We get Xmas and birthday gifts he doesn't know Mr Wiskers birthday so he get stuff right after my birthday. We love him and try to be nice to him but we can only be there for him. We can't talk people talk. But he knows we are here and we don't let him think he is alone.
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