The suitcase means change. Sometimes the suitcase means going on an airplane. Sometimes it means going to Kentucky and sometimes it means going to New York. Sometimes the suitcase means spending the night with my friend Greta and not seeing Katie for a day. But sometimes it means not seeing Katie for a month. It’s really hard to know. Katie packs a lot of clothes no matter what.
Humans often say I’m begging. Begging is when they pretend I’m being a bad dog, but then hand me delicious human food when the other one isn’t looking! Begging is one of my favorite games.
People ask me a lot, “What kind is it?” We used to say “I don’t know” a lot, so Katie got the DNA test for me! Now we know what kind it is!!
Chihuahua/Pomeranian + Chihuahua/Boykin Spaniel = me!
Below are pictures of what my grandparents could look like!
Katie is home all of the time these days. She is always doing “WRITING”. Doing “WRITING” is this:
We wake up and we go outside to check for prowlers. Katie gets mad when I see them and I yell at them. (I don’t know how she stays so calm. There are other DOGS on our sidewalk!) I always have to poop in the morning and then Katie picks it up and tells me I’m a good boy. I’m a good boy.
Then we come back and she drinks “COFFEE”. I guess she’s a good boy too. Then I get comfortable on the couch and makes sure no one breaks in for the rest of the morning. Katie picks up her guitar and also “SINGS”. “SINGS” is when humans make longer sounds than the yapping they normally do. It’s much more like howling.
Sometimes Katie scribbles lots of marks on the paper and sometimes not many marks. Sometimes Katie only “SINGS” and has her guitar for a few minutes and then wanders from room to room. Sometimes Katie cleans the kitchen when she’s doing “WRITING”. It gets a little confusing because she cleans the kitchen other times too…I’m not sure it’s part of doing “WRITING”…maybe I actually don’t know what doing “WRITING” is…I’m a dog.
I like my hot dog. No, my frog. My frog is my best toy. My turkey is the worst.
A lot of days, Katie and I go to the “GYM” that Homer owns. The “GYM” is where humans pick up stuff and put stuff back down. Humans also move around in other funny ways at the “GYM”. I don’t know why they do it but I don’t know why humans do most things. Like take baths all the time. And keep their food so high up. Well, anyway, they call all of that moving around the “FITNESS”. When Katie is doing the “FITNESS”, I like to play with my friend Shadow who hangs out there.
Shadow’s kind is a Black Labrador. I don’t know what my kind is. I’d have to check the DNA test Katie got me…
It is very strange because when I met Shadow, he was smaller than me. Then every time I saw him, he’d get bigger. And now he is very big. It is remarkable. I wonder if I have gotten bigger before and I haven’t noticed? Or maybe I’m getting smaller? It is very strange. He’s not very fast and he falls over a lot, but he still has more energy than me. By the end of Katie doing the “FITNESS”, I just let him chew on my face until Katie wants to go home.
Katie is always happy after doing the “FITNESS”. She smells funny but she’s always happy. I like it when Katie is happy.
Katie left me home alone the other day. This happens sometimes but it’s ok because she always comes back. It’s my job to protect our house from intruders while she is away. But today was so crazy! A person came in the house! I have no idea how they got in. But they weren’t mean and they didn’t try to take any of the stuff. Much confused. At first I barked viciously, as it is my duty to do so, but then they offered me treats! I couldn’t help myself. I ate the treats. Then they pet me and scratched me! I was pretty sure this person broke in just to be my friend! They even put my harness on and we went for a walk. I was astonished when they picked up my poop like Katie does! After a very pleasant walk with my new friend, (where I pooped many times to test their loyalty) they brought me home and left without a sign they were ever there. It was crazy.
When Katie came home, I wanted so badly to tell her about my crazy day, but I guess she’ll never know.