June 4th

Sun on therm. again. 25C and bright sun!!

A quick interruption here as I have to make pancakes this morning.

I haven't written any more on the Pearce family, so will have to put them on hold for a while. In the meantime I will post in serial form the story of Uncle Jerry. Sorry Barry.

IT’S A DOG’S LIFE

AN AUTODOGGRAPHY

FORWARD

This is my autobiography; actually it could be called my “autodoggraphy”.  I understand that when someone else writes about me it should simply be called a biography or in this case a “doggraphy” but since I am using an unwitting medium to do the actual writing, I am in the truest sense of the word a ghostwriter and therefore the pages that follow are an autodoggraphy.

This is the story of my life as seen and remembered by me, I trust that the reader will understand that my perspective while unblemished by any prejudice, conceit or bias is unique and only an individual such as I could first of all break from the common mold and secondly utilize an unsuspecting second party to convey the events that shall unfold.

Learn and enjoy!

Uncle Jerry 

PUPPY TIME

CHAPTER 1

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f course my first few days after my birth were rather a blur, actually I couldn’t see anything for the first while but I could sense that I wasn’t alone and after my mother gave birth to me I realized that there were others ahead of me and my competitive spirit began it’s development.  It was difficult those first few days, I had been the last born, I was always hungry and I had a difficult time trying to find something to suck on; there always seemed to be another body in my way.  But blind as I was I quickly learned that if I bit hard enough on anything I could get in my mouth a feeding spot would become available.

  For some reason my eyes opened earlier than those of my brothers and sisters, I couldn’t actually count of course but I quickly realized that we were one feeding spot short.  I noticed that my siblings were all larger than me, no doubt they had been getting the good stuff for some time and I had been getting what was left.  I soon changed the priority for feeding and although I enjoyed a full stomach I never did catch up to the rest of them in size.

There was one rather nasty experience about this time; we were all taken out of our bed and out into a wide open area, each of us in turn were quickly relieved of most of our tail.  It didn’t actually hurt that much but I was last and had to watch the process ten times before it was my turn, I felt a little better when I was able to nip the hand that was holding me.

  Time passed, eventually a couple of my competitors were lifted out of the bed we lived in and never came back.  Communicating with my siblings and mother was very simple but I soon learned that I had an ability that did not seem to be shared with the others.  But more about that in a moment. 

  After a couple of weeks I realized that there was more to our world than our basket and I was compelled to explore.  Sometimes I could wander about for quite some time before I was found and carried back to the basket.  The entity that usually carried me back was what I came to learn was a human.  At first I thought it was some god-like being; the noises it made were at first strange then I realized there was a pattern to those noises; I listened carefully and one day in a flash I realized it (and others) were actually using the noises to communicate.  They were talking! 

  I listened carefully and almost in no time I began to understand what they were saying! They actually had a language and I could understand! Strangely enough my siblings as far as I knew never got it.  Although my body was smaller than theirs, my brain made their brains look like peanuts.  As I lay flat out on my side one day, my tummy as full and as tight as it could be, I thought about this and realized that I had a gift and it was up to me to use it.

  A few days after this realization I was napping in our basket when I became aware of a new human talking to mine, I opened my eyes to see this other person lifting out and examining each of my brother’s and sisters.  There was some comment made about the ‘little black one’ being cute.  I was then lifted out but was dropped immediately and the remark was made that I was ‘just a runt’! Just a runt? I wasn’t sure what a runt was but it didn’t sound good, when a hand reached down for the fatso beside me I bit it! 

  “No only a runt but a mean little gaffer as well.” Came next.