Katie is always “WORKING” on things. I don’t really know what that means because I’m a dog. But this is the spot she normally sits when she is “WORKING”.
I have gotten in a lot of trouble before for pooping and peeing here. I really try to remember not to now.
Everything is itchy. All the time. Sometimes in the night I get itchy in the middle of the night. I like to get on the bed to scratch and shake just so that I’m not alone in my misery. Normally someone wakes up to be a part of my pain.. which leads to a pill being shoved down my throat… which leads to being consoled with treat and being told I’m a good boy. So allergies are maybe ok.
Sometimes when I want to play and no one wants to play with me, I play with the ball. Alone. It’s easy to roll it for myself and run after it. Additionally Katie and Homer often stop what they are doing to “ooo” and “aww” at me. I’m pretty impressive.
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!