Dear Diary, Since I can't see too good to write, Mom will place this entry for me. I'd like to talk today about how I used to hide when I was a puppy. I hid when I was in trouble. I know, I know. You are now asking what could a sweet, shaggy bundle of curly fur with beautiful, big, brown trusting eyes do bad? BOL. Well, plenty. But we won't get into that.
I still find myself