August 20, 2005
Dog Beds
Big dog, little bed.
Little dog, big bed.
Hey, don't ask me. That little bed used to be mine.
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August 16, 2005
Dogs in Fountain
I really liked playing in this fountain. It's on the Mississippi River in St. Paul at a little park. I think it's called Upper Landing Park. I don't know. I just liked the water.
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June 27, 2005
Dog Days of Summer
It was really hot the other day. Dangerous hot, so they say. But I survived. How? They call it an ice cube:
I'd never seen one before, but it was cold and wet and that was OK with me. It was sure better than licking the outside of one of those freezy pops.
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June 10, 2005
Problems with Dog Chewing
What? You don't see nothin'.
Oh, that? I didn't do it.
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February 17, 2005
Dog Booties? Seriously.
Bath day is bad enough, but she cannot seriously expect any self-respecting dog to wear these in front of anyone....
January 16, 2005
Look What I Got or Why I Love FedEx
Look what the FedEx man brought me. This is treats for a week. And it's mine. ALL MINE. (insert evil laughter here.)
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October 23, 2004
Into the Photo Album
Damn. Can I get much cuter?
I found this one in the photo album from back in the day. From my size, my early blue collar, and long hair, I'd guess this was a pre-trim picture from my first haircut. Though it was a long time ago, more than a year ago, so I could be wrong. But I can't be much cuter.
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August 1, 2004
You Wanna Piece Me?
Got a new collar today. Sick and tired of everyone thinkin' I was a cute girl. Got a new collar to make me look tough.
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July 1, 2004
On the Outside
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April 28, 2004
What?
April 20, 2004
Say "Goodbye" Speakers
Whenever anybody leaves I always watch them go from the window above the driveway.
April 17, 2004
M-i-s-s-i-s-s-i-p-p-i
Today I walked in the waters of the mighty Mississippi River. They don't taste very good.
April 3, 2004
Gotta Bust Outta Here
I tried begging, I tried whinning, I tried scratching at the door. Nothing. No response. So I made one final attempt.
Then they threw a blanket over the kennel.
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January 23, 2004
Good Place to Nap
I spent Friday evening taking advantage of the fact that Kevin and Abby have an enormous pile of laundry to do.
I consider the clothes pile a huge improvement over my old bed.
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December 9, 2003
That Freakishly Long Tongue
Guard Dog
Neither winter snow nor summer rain shall keep Speak the Guard Dog from protecting his home. Yesterday I managed to let out quite a bark when a car pulled into the driveway. Turns out it was Abby.
December 1, 2003
My First Christmas
I got this thing for Christmas.
And this thing.
And wrapping paper.
And I get another Christmas in 25 days, with even more wrapping paper.
November 18, 2003
I am a Dirty Monkey
I did some digging in my hole tonight. For some reason Abby and Kevin weren't too happy. They threw me in the washtub in the scary, scary basement. Not exactly a fun experience.
But don't worry, I got back at them. I dug some more in my hole.
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November 3, 2003
Let it Snow
I don't know what this white stuff is all about, but it's freakin' cool!
October 14, 2003
I love you.
For those of you wondering where my name came from, this is my namesake, Speak. He's from a cartoon called The Tick. Speak is the Tick's dog, though Speak is actually a capiberra, the world's largest rodent. He earned the name Speak after talking to the Tick in an impressive English accent. Of course the Tick had just sustained quite a blow to the head.
Sadly, I don't have an English accent.
July 11, 2003
My first day home
I got a new home today. Two nice young folks came to visit at the pet store today and they took me home. The woman, I think her name is Abby, came to visit me earlier in the week. I kind of liked her, so I tried really hard not to pee on her. I've peed on most of the other visitors to the pet store.
Apparently getting a dog was some sort of unwritten prenuptial in their marriage. So I guess I have made their union complete.
Apparently the man, Kevin, had some rules about what kind of dog they could get. Since he doesn't think I could possibly eat him, I'm in. We'll see about that.
Abby and Kevin seem like pretty nice owners. We'll see how this goes. So far they've promised not to dress me up in one of those dorky dog sweaters, so I've got that going for me.