Hi everyone. It's been awhile. A lot of things have happened recently and I have been extremely busy. But I have a particular pressing matter to share with you all. Just a couple weeks ago, my little buddy, and first dog, Scratch, died. Many of you have seen pictures of him throughout the years. I've shared lots of funny stories about him. It was really sudden and it was extremely hard to take in... Every morning now, I wake up and he's not in his bed right next to mine. I now notice how many crumbs actually drop on the kitchen floor. The tissues in the bathroom waste basket aren't all over the floor all the time. I remember when I first picked him out when I was in kindergarten. We went out to the pet store in Grossmont Mall. He was the first dog I saw and he was the one that I picked. He got his name when he scratched my lip while we were all taking a photo and my Grandma was holding him. It didn't take long; that's for sure! Here are some pictures of him over the years.

 The Day I first got him

 Scratch's bone stocking

 His Favorite Toy

His place will never be filled... Even if we get a new dog in the future, Scratch will always be the best dog that I could ever have.

Scratch, The Dog

Did I ever tell you about Scratch? He's my dog. When he's happy, he snarls. Like this:

Isn't that charming!?

Did I ever tell you about how he got his name? If I did, here it is again. It was one day after school and we went out to the car. I noticed in the car that we were going a different way so I asked where we were going. They my grandparents said: "Didn't you want a dog?"

Then when I got there, it took me an hour to decide. And then I saw him--a cute, adorable, small puppy who was very wiggly by the way Then we went outside and the sales person wanted to take our picture. My grandmother was holding the puppy and I was standing right next to her. Then the puppy scratched me on the lip and it started bleeding. So then I was crying and said: "I know what I am calling him." So that's how he got his name--SCRATCH.

A HAIKU

Scratch is a puppy.

Scratch is such a cute puppy.

And he is squirmy

That's all the time I have for today, folks. Bye.

I'm a Sick-o

Yesterday I was sick and now I still am. But I feel fine, really. I wanted to go to school yesterday and today and I hope I get better tomorrow. I'm probably sick because a lot of kids in my school are sick. I have a sore throat, a cough and a runny nose--anybody know how to help me catch it? And also, my temperature was 100.2º. That is really high. Here's someway that I know I'm sick. I never take naps and I've been taking naps and I barely play my DS.

My grandma got Puff Ball to wish me to get better and right when I saw Puff Ball I thought he was so cute and he looked like Scratch. Don't they look alike? I think they do. Scratch is begging for barbecue Lays right now but Puff Ball is just staring out into the open. When I was pointing at something Scratch bit the Lay out of my hand.

Here's a video of Scratch playing with his toy. It was cute. Cough, Cough--oops, I just coughed.

It's a beautiful day here but I can't go outside and play. I really know I can but my grandma says "No way!" I want to shoot baskets but my nonni say that it's not good for me to be outside.

Scratch was just biting my leg then when he stopped he snarled at me. Now he's just acting sad. Maybe he's sad because he's saying "please get better, Casey, please." Or he's sad because he has a beard at 4 years old--just kidding.

I got an A on my social studies test at school. I get lots of A's.

See you next time with my blog entry with me and Chiara--my Italian tutor. Well, I'm going to go sneak outside. Bye

Extreme Cookie Time

Yesterday me and my friend Hannah baked cookies. They were very good. They were shaped as Christmas trees and candy canes. Christmas trees were green and candy canes were red, of course. We had fun doing them. This is a video of me and her making the cookies.



She has a very tight grip. When she kept grabbing my shirt, it was really hard to get out. We play together a lot. She came over again today and we watched a Christmas movie called "A Fruitcake Christmas."

Sorry--gotta go. I gotta cold and I'm sneezing a lot and sniffling and...you get the picture.

Merry Christmas from me and my doggie, Scratch.

Doggy Time

This blog entry is about my dog, Scratch. Right now I'm sitting with my doggy. He is so cute. He really likes to play.


Every morning at 6:30 I take him for a walk down at the park to meet with "my group." My group is a bunch of adults that take their dogs for walks but they get up at 6. My dog is the only dog in the world that doesn't know how to shake hands. That's true!

Sometimes I forget to walk Scratch-O. Then my group misses me and Scratch gets sad. And there's this man who speaks Italian. He isn't part of my group but he is there sometimes. When the italian guy is at the park I talk with him a little in Italian. But then I don't see him for a week or two weeks, actually. There's another guy from Iraq who talks low and slow. He's been here for 50 years. The park's right across the street from my house. Sometimes I just play there or ride my bike.


When school starts I'm going to have to get up at 5:45 and walk him. School starts the day after Labor Day.

Scratch is the cutest dog in the whole world.

This is a movie of me riding my bike in the cul-de-sac. You can see the park across the street.

Ciao Ciao