But this story is about me and my uncle Spock, who is a five year-old Schipperke. This happened a couple months ago after we all moved in with Grandma and Uncle Spock. But I've been very busy trying to learn how to sit at the door and not bark when we have visitors, so I haven't had time to write!

One beautiful Santa Barbara evening my Uncle and I were enjoying the out-of-doors (in our backyard), when my mommy heard me barking very strangly. Now, Chows bark strange anyway, but these were short not-unhappy yipping noises she had never heard before. So she sent Daddy out to investigate. That's his job. Daddy came running back in, and made her come out to see us. He didn't tell her what's going on. We had been playin possum tossin! But it was all over with by the time Mommy arrived. She never gets to see us have fun with wild animals.

But it sure was great! Daddy saw me grab the possum and swing him high in the air. Then I'd let go! The Possum would fly quite a few feet, and then it was Spock's turn. But he couldn't toss very far, just kind of flipped him over! We did it over and over again, and yipped with joy!

Daddy thought the possum was dead, and that's when he went to get Mommy, but the possum was just playin possum!

Sometime I'll tell you about the Raccoon in the livingroom!

Bearsy.