I’ve been home for three weeks. I’m getting the hang of this Sunday thing. Everybody is here and we just relax. It finally didn’t rain, and I got to play outside for a while. We listened to music, which I’m not afraid of anymore, and actually like now, especially Pitbull (of course) and Will.i.am, and we played games, too.
My people left for a short time and put me in the crate. I wasn’t happy about that, but when they came back, they completely made up for it by bringing me a new bed, two new chew toys, and a delicious dinner of kibble and beef stew with gravy.
I think the best possible thing has been Dad putting up that screen door. Compared to when I first got here, I am in and out and all over the house and the yard now. Things are looking up for me. It’s been a good day. A chew toy kinda Sunday.