Blog Entries ( Italian Greyhounds )

How You Like Me Now?

February 18th, 2010
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What a lie. Whoever said that those that sleep with dogs will rise with fleas have never had a sleepover with my pals. “I think it’s even an Italian proverb,” Mea said between a yawn, stretching her vocal chords as her mouth opened to expose her pearly whites. “We’re Italian Greyhounds and we’re living proof. Plus, we always sleep next to each other. It’s the ...

The Scent of Adventure Rises Again

January 22nd, 2010
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I couldn’t put my paw on it. There was something amiss. It was kind of like a riddle. “What’s on your mind, Louie?,” Lexi asked. She was sitting next to Stella and Mea in the library, and we were all studying for a mid-term final in Etiquette, our hardest class. “Looks like the cat has your tongue.” “Ha ha,” I replied sarcastically over their giggles. “No, ...

The Snow Prints Formal

December 22nd, 2009
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Nice moves! Who knew that a Doberman Pincher could dance like that? It was the annual Snow Prints Formal and everyone was dressed to the nines. Ralphie and The Howlers, a local cover band, were playing and the dance floor was covered with paws cut out from paper. There were streamers, glitter, and balloons everywhere. How cool! We got there a bit late. Abbey wanted ...

A Deified Dog?

December 10th, 2009
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Other than Mea trying to get rid of her hiccups, it just seemed like another day in class. We were in Mrs. Schnoot’s Agility 101 class, and she was trying to explain the physics of leaping over hurdles on the blackboard, but my mind wandered. That was when the door swung open and a mammoth dog walked into the room. “Sorry for the interruption, but ...

Canine Consciousness Rules the Day

November 27th, 2009
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The room was dark and shadowy, almost symbolic that we were meeting in secret.  It was as if it wanted to protect and shield us from outsiders and other influences.  We were in the basement of Milk Bone Pickens High. The first meeting of the Beefy Snack Club was under way. I didn’t expect to see new faces but sure enough, word had spread.  There was ...