My stupendous patterned bed

   Lately, what I've been doing is what I usually do, sleep. The reason I sleep at this time of day is because it is so rainy in the summer! If I can't go outside, then the only choice I have is to go to bed. My bed is really hard to explain. It's like a light brown with a bunch of patterns on it. Hmm, I guess it isn't very hard to explain. When masters, Sadie and Mia come downstairs early, they start to rub my belly in my perfectly perfect bed.

  I love that...

                                                                         See it?!?!


                              Sincerely,

Goodbye!



My Favorite Time of Day

Everyday, my masters, Mia and Sadie wake up real early and scratch my belly.

I like this.

Then, later, it's breakfast time, and I go under the kitchen table for crumbs.

I like this time too.

Then, later, every one sits around a big, big table which they don't eat on. They put paper and stuff on the table. We are all together.

I like this time.

A little while later, my masters go to different floors and do things. I wait and wait, because soon is my favorite time of day.


Finally, I sit on my favorite cushion and everyone gathers in the room with my cushion. They bark in thier weird tongue while reading a.... bok? I think I ate one once.

They eat their snacks, give me some, and pet me.


This is my favorite time of day.

I like it more that any other time of day.

Even meals,

and massage times,

and every other time.


Good bye!

Unusual Exercising

   Since we moved to this alien planet, my masters have been taking me on about 4 walks a day! That's a lot for a dog. Well, not for a dog, for me. I have been busy barking and looking at unusual things so I don't have any pictures up.  Hopefully I will be able to stop being so obsessed with that, that I can put some up eventually.  Still, I do like to explore this new alien planet.  I can tell you, though, that some things I have been seeing are new people, a great variety of bikes (who knew there could be so many!), and a lot of tulips and windmills.  The weather's not always cheery, though - it's sometimes very dreary, so - because there's so much rain. My masters have been doing a lot more exploring than me, though. But I get to see new things even if I want to stay in my comfy home and in bed.





     P.S. This photo was not taken by me, but I think looked a lot like my new alien world.

Hope ur having a good summer so far!

Fear

I hate plane rides.

No matter what I'm in a plane for, I don't care. I hate planes. I simply loathe them.

Where did this hatred come from? It all started a few weeks ago, when I was shipped like baggage, like furniture, like a vase!... to the unknown, which is where I live now. How embarrassing it was to be sick and nauseous, packed tightly in between all the luggage, moaning and groaning, with nobody to here. Was nobody going to help me?

Within half an hour or so, I was out cold. Perhaps it was all the bouncing, or perhaps it was the trauma. Maybe it was the sleeping medicine my masters gave me. Whatever the reason, I was unconscious until i heard something loud. It was pitch black and the walls that were closing in on me and the groaning were my only friends. I sat trembling and cold, and that was how the workers found me when the noise stopped an hour later.

I later realized the the sound was the engine, and that I was in the cargo place, but then I was too scared to think. I, against my will, was knocked out again, (the medicine hadn't worn off) and when I woke I heard noise.

Loud noise.

Very loud noise.

But this noise was happy. It was good noise. My masters had come for me! I raced out side and they embraced me, gallant hero that I am. We went home to a place with my cushion and I ate and was merry.

But it didn't last. The next day they left me. I thought I heard the engine again and the walls were closing in on me. I could still smell the fear inside my crate- the same crate that had I had been in in the terrible journey, I moaned and moaned- but nobody heard me.

They came back. They always did. I was too scared to remember it. Later, I heard my masters talking with the lady next door who had heard my moaning. Odd- I had thought that I was completely alone- but my masters were grim after that. When they looked at me they looked at my issues, and not my adorable face.

Later I would realize that a chapter had passed- I had separation anxiety.