32 PUNCHMAGAZINE.COM {punchline} calling all dogs If you’ve got quirky habits or a funny tale (or tail) to tell, email hello@punchmonthly.com for a chance to share a page from your Diary of a Dog in PUNCH. My name is Oreo, but save for a few darker spots in my pale coat, I’m all filling and no cookie. I’m a five-year-old shorkie (half shih tzu, half Yorkshire terrier) with a crooked smile and a super-charged social battery. I was June’s daughter’s dog, but only until I met June. I attached myself to her like Velcro and wouldn’t budge (and I don’t mean that purely metaphorically—I often use her arm as my personal oreo DIARY OF A DOG as told to MARGARET KOENIG • photography by ROBB MOST paw rest, even when she’s driving). Now I live with June in Burlingame. I love visiting my four-legged friends in the neighborhood and if they don’t come out to play, I’ll sit in front of their homes until I’m physically carried away. Human visitors are equally exciting, especially the piano teacher, who allows me to sit nearby and listen. When I’m not socializing, I’m out exploring, although many of my adventures end with me being rescued from the tight spaces I get stuck in. Other hobbies include walking the Bay Trail (and watching ducks, planes and everything in between), rolling in the dirt (preferably right after getting groomed) and attending attitude classes so I’ll stop barking at big dogs. (Progress has been made!) Oh, and I have a special talent: I can sniff out ice cream in my sleep. The sound of ice cream being removed from the freezer will wake me up from the deepest of slumbers. I’ll be there in seconds to ask for a teaspoon before returning to bed. An action-packed schedule, plenty of friends and an occasional spoonful of ice cream—what more could a dog want?
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