Roo Reports

[Maryann,Roo and Tigger]

Hi all Roo here! Boy have we had an interesting few weeks. Our sisters came to stay with us while Mom and Dad took the large box things somewhere. Whenever they put clothes in those things Tigger and I get left at home. This last time I put my very best rubber bone in, but Mom took it out. Next time I am putting myself in the box when it is open on the bed and I won't get out. Then I will get to see what they do.

Anyway, Tigger and I like having our sisters here and we had a great time playing with them. Then one day Tigger did something bad, really bad. I did not do something bad - and this is my story, you don't even know what happened. When sisters come I get to play the tag game. I grab something, an '"it", a towel, paper, a sock and I run right in front of them with ''t' and then one of them chases me, saying Tigger give "it" to me. If for some reason no one chases me outside, I turn around and run back by them with the "it". Tigger that is not a game - that is being bad. Mom does not let you play that game. She says "Tigger drop it" and pushes her hand down to the floor. Mom just does not get the game - she's not as fun as sisters. Tigger Mom uses that special voice that says bad dog ( I think it would be underlined in email, but I won't do that because that is bad manners).

My story, my story ...... and you keep interrupting !! Anyway, I grabbed a pretty pink ''it'. It was hard to get and I'm not telling how I got it. Just as I ran by sisters it made a wonderful crunch sound in my mouth. I was outside already and I forgot we were playing tag because the crunch was so wonderful, so I layed down and started to chew on it. Not really tasty, but very nice and crunchy. It did hurt my tongue a little. Sister caught me because I was laying down and took it away. Then she started to yell and tall sister came. They were both being loud and crying, so I licked them, then they really started crying! There was red all over their arms. Next thing I know I am in the car in sister's lap. Then we are at a place that smells like a vet. But its not our vet, and there's no fun cat. But I do get to ride back home in sister's lap again. My tongue hurts.

You chewed up that thing mom and sisters rub up and down there legs. Why would they do that? It must hurt. The next morning I got to go to the vet and they took pictures of my tummy and petted me and loved me. Then I came home and sister feed me a whole loaf of bread. I was pretty tired of bread by the end of the loaf, but I got almost all of it and you hardly got any. I got to play fetch the bone with tall sister, she's a really good thrower. That's better than plain old bread. You wanted that bread too, I know you did. Even you didn't want the second loaf of bread and I got my regular yummy dinner.

Yeah, my tummy was pretty full, but my tongue didn't hurt anymore and the next morning I got to go back to the vet for more rubs and loves and tummy pictures. I guess they wanted to make sure that sister fed me all that bread. You didn't come home though and sister did. They were both crying and saying op-er-a-tion. They said it so many times I memorized it. You didn't come home for a long time. Mom and Dad came home before you did.

I don't remember much except that I was really sleepy a lot and everytime I woke up I had this plastic thing on my head. Mom and sister came to the vet and stayed and played with me while I ate. The vet has yucky food.

Plus, you weren't there, and its weird to eat without you. My tummy didn't feel too good either, all that bread maybe.

That fun lady took me for walks and told me "good dog" when I pooped. You didn't know that because this is my story. So I'm not a bad dog, so there. She and mom were talking about my poop. I bet she never talked about your poop with Mom! You came home with that white thing on your head and hit me in the head about a million times saying hello. I'm glad Mom put the softer blue one on you. You look really funny - hahahahaaaaa. I know, it feels funny too and my tummy itches and I can's get at it to scratch it. That will teach you not to steal stuff and be bad. I don't know, it's not really that bad, and playing tag with sisters is really fun. You made everybody cry. And I had to sleep right on top of them to comfort them. You always want to sleep on top of them, they are just letting you like Mom is letting me sleep in her chair. Do you think it is because I have this collar on and my tummy itches?

Sigh.... Tigger please no more tag except with paper, Mom doesn't get too mad at that. Well, I do like the vet, but I missed Mom and Dad and you. Did you miss me? I did.

[Jane, Guinness and Murphy]

Oh, this is an awful story! You poor Doodles, and your sisters and Mom & Dad must have been so sad. I'm going to tell Guinness and Murph all about this so that they learn that they should ONLY play tag with their own toys. I'm glad that things are better now.

[Linda and Murphy]

Roooo, Doood, Tiggers never listen, do they?
I am very glad he is going to be okay. I bet that collar thing doesn't even slow him down. I don't have sisters. I only have brothers. Do they give you pizza? Sisters sound a lot like moms.
Roo, you are so great to take care of Mom and Dad. You are such a great big brother.

[Nancie & Gracie Doodle]

I haven't heard if there are any romps in November or December with the holidays coming. Otherwise, I guess it won't be until January 2011!! Yipes, a new year is coming up soon but not soon enough when it comes to romps and seeing you guys.

[Maryann,Roo and Tigger]

We were not at romp because Mom and Dad weren't home yet. And Tigger hadn't stolen the ra-zor. I have a new word. It is a bad word though, I like good words like cookie, dinner, walk. Thanks for reading about us. We really love to go to the doodle romps. Tigger will be all better by the next one, Mom says.

[Kaytlin and Cooper]

Oh no, poor you - op-er-a-tion doesnt sound nice, I hope I dont ever need one of those. Licks, Cooper

[Nancie & Gracie Doodle]

Oh my...a razor! I am so glad that you are feeling better Roo. That was NOT a smart thing to play with. It could have been much worse if your sisters hadn't caught you. I wanted to cry just like everyone else when my mommy was reading me your story. Don't be mad at Tigger. He was very worried about you and what you were crunching. Like he said...stick to the paper when you want to play tag. I am so glad you are going to be OK. Is that why you two were not at the Romp last Saturday? We missed you!! Kisses on your noses...your friend Gracie Doodle.