Things have gotten back to normal after my strange year at
The House With The Cats. I live with
The Boy and
The Girl again. They take me for walks and hikes and bike rides, they pet me a lot, and they even let me cuddle with them on the bed in the evenings.
The Boy takes me down to the creek so I can chase the stick and go for a swim. The other day I swallowed a bunch of water while I was swimming in the creek and my breakfast magically appeared and I got eat it all over again!
There have been a lot of friendly petters who come and visit.
The Bouncy One and
The Serious One come often (I heard
The Girl saying
The Bouncy One comes a little too often...). I'm always very excited to see them and they spend a lot of time playing with me outside. And there have been a few strange new petters like these guys.
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| They didn't take me for a walk, but they were friendly so I let them take their picture with me anyway. |
The only thing about living here with
The Boy and
The Girl that I don't like is when they start drinking the red stuff or the brown stuff. That's when they think they're
so funny and they start talking to me as if I can understand them. Usually when they do that, I just tilt my head to the side, which is my way of telling them that I don't understand what their saying, but that I'm trying really hard to get it. It looks something like this:
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| "I'd love to understand you, but I just don't!" |
Sometimes, I think The Girl has trouble understanding The Boy because he's talking to her and she makes the same face that I do. She looks something like this:
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| "I'd love to understand you, but I just don't!" |
I guess sometimes
The Girl has just as much difficultly understanding
The Boy as I do.
