Dog blog

This is Kajsa. I am the dog mom writes about sometimes. My mom is feeling depressed now and she can`t do anything. I said I could write instead of her for once. Honestly I didn`t say that I secretly decided to do that. My mom says I bark a lot and I thought I would bark some in this blog.


I`m five years old. I`m almost older than my mom when I count my age in human years. My mom hopes every birthday will make me calmer but it doesn`t. I`m a crazy dog and we keep our crazy the whole life. We bark and run around. Terriers are crazy.



I can be calm sometimes.


I have begun to run away, I said I was crazy. When my mom leaves the front door open without looking I run. I run down to the apartment building`s frontdoor and if that`s open too, freedom! Usually it`s not open and that makes me feel freedom is near but far away! You know what I mean. I can smell the air outside but a door is in my way. My mom says I will give her a heartattack some day.


I love footballs. I could chase footballs, or soccer balls, all day. I don`t care about anything when I play with one. I can play with balls both big and small. I don`t get to play with little balls anymore because my mom says I won`t let go of them. I don`t care big balls makes me happy anyway.

This dog has things to do now. I have to leave you with these thoughts. Life is better when you`re crazy.



-Kajsa tell all how lazy mom is.

-Mom cut half my fur and said she would cut the rest later. She hasn’t.


I often forget how small Kajsa is. She is such a big dog in a small body that I tend to think of her as one of the bigger breeds. She is always up for whatever it is and she barks and she is very territorial. She is a parson jack russell and even though her breed and the jack russell breed , which is the more common russell, are two different breeds (lots of breeds in that sentence) they both have the same feisty temperament. Anyway, she is crazy and not afraid of much really.

Yesterday I found her like this, under a drawer. I was baking and didn`t see her coming into the kitchen. In that drawer there is spaghetti and some had fallen to the floor under it. As the terrier she is she decided to get the spaghetti and dived right in. I only noticed her tail at first and then I heard her chew on the hard pasta. She makes me laugh all the time.