9 am: I have a new friend. Her name is Zoe and she's a five-month-old Yorkie who Mama's friend Renee just adopted. Mommy has played with her and says she's so small that our playdates will have to be totally supervised... seems there's a chance I may mistake Zoe for a toy.
Zoe - isn't she a cutiepie?
4 p.m: Zoe is so cute. Mama and Renee are still figuring out a way to get us together slowly so Zoe, who comes up to about my ankles, won't be afraid of my big size.
Zoe hasn't gone for any walks yet because she's so short, she would disappear into the snow. But I hope we'll be introduced in the spring. Imagine all the fun we could have: she can ride around the park on my back or hang by my tail and fly behind me. I might even balance her on my nose and let her feel what it's like to be a tall dog. And I am definitely going to protect her if any of those greaser-gang-stud-collar doggies try to mess with her.
Geez, I can't wait to play with Zoe.
8 p.m: I just heard that Zoe is already preparing for our first playdate. And she sent me a picture of herself so I could see how she looks. She is so freakin' adorable I had the hugest drool bubble hanging out of my mouth.
I'm looking like a bit of a scruffer. I better tell Mama to give me a bath and shine up my coat. This could get serious.
Hmmm. I see she has expensive taste. I might have to get a job and a car.