GARY P NUNN

I KNEW SOMETHING WAS UP TONIGHT. I COULD TELL. MOMMY WAS GATHERING THINGS UP AND I WAS SCARED I WOULD BE LEFT ALONE. I WAS RIGHT!! THEY WENT TO SEE A GARY P NUNN. I DON'T KNOW WHAT THAT IS, BUT I NEEDED TO SEE IT TOO. I GOT LEFT HOME WITH ALL THE DANGEROUS THINGS IN THE HOUSE LIKE ICE MAKERS, VACUUMS, ETC. MOMMY SAID NEXT TIME I COULD GO BECAUSE THERE WERE OTHER PETS THERE. I DON'T KNOW WHAT A PET IS, BUT I GUESS IT IS A GOOD THING.

HEIDI

WHERE'S THE DOG?

I HEAR PEOPLE TALKING ABOUT A CUTE LITTLE DOG AROUND ME. THEY COME IN MY HOUSE AND SAY, "WHAT A CUTE LITTLE DOG". WHERE IS THIS DOG? WHY CAN'T I SEE IT? WHAT DOES IT LOOK LIKE? I MIGHT LIKE IT AND PLAY WITH IT IF ONLY I COULD FIND IT.

THE WATCHER

Yeah, she is a watching little weenie dog. She watches my every move. I think she thinks I am trying to make a move out the door without her. Once again, it is summer and she can't always go along. She would indeed be a "hot dog" if I left her in the car with temperatures up to 98 outside. Think what it would be in the car if I left the windows up. She is also an embarrassment when she is out with her barking, growling and generally ranting and raving at every passerby. Of course that only happens when I am in the car. She is down in the floorboard when I'm out of the car. I can understand people may not grasp that her bark is way, way worse than her bite. She is still gentle as a lamb at the nursing home with young and old alike.

CUJO AKA HEIDI

TODAY, I GOT TO RIDE FURTHER THAN EVER BEFORE. MY RIDES USUALLY CONSIST OF A MILE OR SO. I GOT TO TRAVEL OVER 50 MILES AT ONE TIME. IT EXHAUSTED ME.
MY MOMMY TOOK HER GRANDSON TO MEET SOME OF HIS BUDDIES. WHEN THEY CAME TO THE CAR, I BARKED IN MY MOST MENANCING MANNER. THE ONE CALLED "TEX" LAUGHED AT ME AND CALLED ME CUJO. I HOPE THAT WAS A COMPLIMENT.