I got a little worried today because Katie started pulling out a bunch of clothes. Normally this means “SUITCASE”. But there was no “SUITCASE”. She told Homer it was time to put away winter clothes. And then everyones sweaters went into a box. I was sad because I love my sweaters. I wonder if I will ever see my sweaters again.
Dad spoke the words, “I’ve never given a dog a bath.” I was struck with pure panic. It was happening. The water was running. The shampoo was out. There was no where to hide. And then it began…
But then it was over!
Still no sign of Katie coming back…
I hate the rain. If it’s raining it’s sort of hard to believe anyone would expect me to poop outside. So I’ll poop in the kitchen. A nice smooth, dry tile floor. I normally get scolded for this but what’s a doggo to do? Recently I tried out pooping in the shower. This seemed much more acceptable for some reason. I guess that’s a fair compromise. Here’s me pouting after pooping in the kitchen.
Sometimes I got with Katie to the “STUDIO”. I like going because there’s always someone with nothing to do and I can convince them to play with me.
Parts of the the “STUDIO” aren’t as fun. Katie is always going into the other room and leaving me in the “CONTROL ROOM”. I get worried when Katie goes into the other room. But I can hear her singing still so I know she’s alive. I get very confused because it sounds like she’s singing right next to me but I KNOW she’s in another place. Humans definitely have magical powers. Katie does anyway, I don’t know about all humans.
But most of the time at the studio I sleep or people play the with me when they are bored. They always say, “Cheeto is such a good studio dog!”. It’s funny to me because I don’t know how you could be bad at it. All you have to do is act like you normally do. But being yourself doesn’t come naturally to everyone I guess. Counting my blessing.