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You poor girl! Take some advise from a veteran - my parents used to tie me up during the day when they working just because I would try and break up the boredom by visiting my pals down the road. I finally solved the problem by whining and barking from morning till night (driving the neighbours nuts). I topped it off with breaking my chain one day and ran a little way off into the bush and wrapped it around a tree appearing to have almost strangled myself. My parents panicked when they got home and felt so guilty when they found me and so embarrased with the neighbours complaining that I have never seen a chain since. I'm sure some sort of guilt trip and continous complaing would net you some improvements. I hear your mother (Kiwi) is an expert on training masters - you should maybe study some of here talents. Good luck. Blondie

A friend - 01/14/00 21:46:04

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You poor thing. Electric fences? Musty old crates? What makes them any more deserving of a comfortable spot than you? I'll bet they don't let you on the couch, either. That certainly is no life. Luckily, though, you have your grandparents to love and care for you. A blessing, indeed.

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Dear Bella, All of this indiscriminate whining is undignified. Why don't you just deal with it! Is it true the electric fence has been unplugged for a year and you didn't know? Now if you had half a brain you'd have been testing it regularly especially when your parents had company...then their guests could have seen your pain and distress first hand or at least you would have found out that escape was possible. I notice Derek did not have too much to say about the crate and the jail. Some charges are not easily answered. Your loving mother, Kiwi

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Bella, Bella, Bella. Here I thought your parents were the ones who were spoiling you rotten. Alas, your grand parents seem to take the cake as it were. I fear that they actually do feed you cake. What a shame, you had such nice teeth when you were younger No wonder you are such a pretentious canine. I thought it was in the genes, alas it appears it is the environment that has made you what you are. A spoiled, spoiled little dog. And the lies you tell! My, that story about the electric fence. Tsk, tsk, tsk, I know for a fact it hasn’t been on in years. Well at least you are well behaved around the kids. -Derek.

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No wonder you do not want to go home! Coming from a negligent background where walks are rare, and sleeping with loved ones is unknown, I commiserate with your difficult situation. I just want to assure you that you will always be loved by your grandpa an grandma. Yours always, Gramps