Houston, We Don’t Have a Problem
Hu-mom says I don’t have anything to write about because I’m so fabulous.
It’s been weeks since I’ve heard, “Houston, we have a problem.”
In May, I de-squeaked and unstuffed giraffes, lambs, and a red Christmas stocking. I should not have scattered the stuffing in the living room, but I didn’t chew anything that didn’t belong just to me.
Hu-mom put a piece of pottery on the china cabinet within my reach. It’s still there.
Hu-mom put photos back out in the living room. They’re still there.
My big sister Faith plays with me. Plus, my brother, Gus, started to play with me. Sometimes he gets mad at me though.
I get REALLY tired. Here, I fell asleep with my eyes open and a cow hoof in my mouth.
Hu-mom and I went to the nursery. I drove .
I’m a Kaibab dog by association. Hu-mom is going to get a picture of Faith like this one of me.