A dog’s story | DollDIYs

Hi everyone!

(Hayley told me I had to say that.)

My name is Bixby; I’m Hayley’s puppy. I am a two-year old, black Labradoodle. I really love to be hugged and petted. Oh and Hayley says I’m a good writer. I think that is what I want to be when I grow up!

So I want to tell you a story of Hayley’s doll, Emily, and me. After Hayley’s family rescued me, I discovered she kept creepy mini humans (she calls them american dolls or something), and her mommy seemed totally fine with it! Well I’m warming up to them, so they’re not so creepy anymore. (It helped that they gave me treats from their tiny hands.) So here is my story:

I was sitting on the step, just chillin’ in the sun and lettin’ my hair blow. Thinkin’ about the smell of Hayley’s lunch today, I was hoping I’d get a few leftovers with my dinner. Then… Hayley came out with her American Doll, or whatever it is, and her camera. (That’s what she calls that black box with a strap that makes a click noise when she points it at me and clicks a button.) I thought she was going to pet me, but instead she set her doll down against me and snapped a lot of pictures.

For the first one she took, I was upset at Hayley for not petting me so I was ignoring her…

But I couldn’t stand not paying attention to Emily, because she smelled like cupcakes!

I was trying to figure out what she had gotten into, and guess what I found?! There was a trace of orange cake with chocolate icing on her shoulder!

THEN the wierd elf-like human was moving! I nearly had a heart attack! But I noticed pretty quickly she was just falling, I kinda… forgot she wasn’t alive….