My name is Wallace, and today is my birthday.  I am finally one year old, and my dad thinks that I should have grown up by now, but the terrier in me is telling me otherwise.  I am a Yorkie/Pomeranian mix, and my mom and dad always tell me that I'm lucky I'm so cute!  My story is about my dad's belt - his favorite belt - one of which became my favorite, too!

 

I guess you could say I always had high expectations from my parents.  My dad named me Wallace, after William Wallace, of course, and rightfully so, I must fit the name!  And let me tell you - I sure do. 

It all began one day when my dad brought home this belt from work.  One of his employees had made it for him.  It was a snake belt, made out of actual snake skin, and the belt buckle was the head of the snake.  My mom and my dad fancied this thing, and made really sure that I wasn't able to touch it.  Apparently, my dad's employee used to sell these things for hundreds, close to thousands, of dollars!  I would always get excited when my dad would take it out of the closet, and I'd try to catch it in my mouth when he put it on. 

One night, my dad had gotten home late, and he was really tired.  He was wearing his belt, and had left it on his pants in the middle of the floor.  I kept on sniffing it, and my mom became really suspicious (I really should have waited until they BOTH went to bed).  And so, she picked the pants up, and laid them over the bathtub.  She turned off the lights and went to bed.  Little did she know, that in my young age, I was able to pull those pants off of the bathtub to continue my sniffing of the belt.  I drug the pants underneath the bed - I always take things under here because mom and dad can't get them from me if I'm under the bed - and I proceeded to gnaw on the snake's head.  The skin was so soft and pliable, and made for a nice chewy snack. 

Unfortunately, I was enjoying my endeavor way too much because my chewing woke my mom up, and she found me with the pants.  Luckily, I was able to finish eating the snake's head before she caught me.  My dad woke up because he heard her yelling, and he was so angry that he wouldn't let me sleep with them that night.  :(  My dad continued to wear the belt, but just put a different buckle on the front.  He was very careful to make sure that I didn't have access to it again.  The leather was really strong, and held up through my chewing spree.  To my surprise, my dad left the belt on his pants, yet again, and my mom left me home alone on Saturday to take my brother to the vet. 

I was bored, duh!  So, I decided to eat more of the snake because my mom hadn't let me finish the first time!  I ate ALL of it this time - no one was home to catch me, so I was able to take my time.  My dad found out when he tried to wear the belt Saturday night, and was furious.  I got in trouble, and was not allowed to be out of my kennel when I was not supervised.  But, I know that mom and dad can't resist my cute face, so I know that I will be back in action soon! 

P.S.  I need to tell my dad that I am sorry...sorry that I woke you and mom up that night because then I would have only gotten in trouble once!  And you guys wouldn't have been mad twice :)  

 

 

(The words of Wallace Foster - written by his mom Ashley)

 

p.p.s.  I also want my dad to see my cute baby face and forget why he was mad at me altogether.  Thanks, Watson!!!!