It's hard to be a wog.

Yesterday started out pretty good. Mommy took me to get ice cream. Yay.

-But-

Daddy is gone and it is very sad. Last night I looked everywhere for him, but could not find him. Finally, after looking under the bed for the billionth time, mommy got up and found me a shirt. It smelt like him, so I slept with it. I hope daddy comes home soon.

I hear I am going to stay with danohead again. I plan on trying really hard to not eat his rugs this time.

Off to play with fish. Fish. Fish. Fish.

I played a lot this morning. Then everyone cleaned things up and I watched even though I was tired. Now that nobody is cleaning, I am getting to the important job of sleeping.

I looked at my user information page saw that nobody else is interested in snausages. I find that hard to believe.

I wanted to go outside the front door. Scary Bill stopped me and picked me up. I was scared and peed. Mommy cleaned it up and made it all better. Now I am killing a fish. I like fish. Fish fish fish. But now fish is boring, because I found a white spell ball to chew.

Today is a good day for me. I did my business in the yard instead of in the house and I haven't jumped up on any tables (yet). At lunch time, I learned to do high fives and ate lots of snausages. Lots of people came home at lunch time! Then they all left and I had to go back into my den. That wasn't as much fun as people and snausages. I hope I get to do more high fives tonight, or perhaps chase a bird or a cat.