Monday 1st, Day Ten:

So today Dad emailed my rescue-people, and was letting them know how things were going.

You know, he didn't look very happy. I got nervous about that.

I mean, this morning, I went with him to take Pa to work! I even went into the PetSmart with him, and I was OH so good... You should see how much better I am! I was very sweet. I even sat on the bench seat in the back seat, instead of hiding on the floor. YAY!

We brought home fries. I ate some, and saved some in my bowl, for later.

But you know, there he was, typing... and he looked kind of sad, and I got to worrying WHY.

Maybe it was the carpet thing? (no one's mad at me about that, maybe they're just hiding it...) or maybe it's that I didn't want to snuggle earlier. Dad is big on wanting to sit and have me close by, but I prefer to do my napping in my crate, with all my worldly possessions jammed in there with me. (Dad says "how can you FIT in there with all that?" but he doesn't understand. I sleep SO much better when my things are in my crate with me. Then I know the evil kitties will not STEAL them if I close my eyes!)

So A little while after he sent it, he was sitting on the floor, watching the TV a little. He kept calling me over, but I kind of preferred my crate, so I didn't come. (I always come outside, if you ask me to- but inside, sometimes I go into my crate instead. No one knows why!)

He looked sad again, and just watched some TV...

...that's when I wondered. Uhm. Hey. Maybe all he wants is a TV watching partner? I mean... Pa isn't here, and at the Hotel, Pa and Dad sat on the bed and watched TV, right? so...

...I snuck over.

I crawled VERY low (cause he was on the floor and not the couch) and I SCRUNCHED my head into his arm so he would hug me.

YAY!!

We snuggled, but I wasn't sure if he /understood/.... so I took another step.

I went over to my bowl... and then I snuck back.

I had a mouthful of fries.

I put them on the floor, and I laid back down.

I know how this works, you know. One for me, one for you... that's what they did, while watching TV.

So I took one. *munch munch munch*

Dad didn't take one, but he surely did SMILE!!

I had another one.

Dad smiled more, and talked sweet to me.

I laid around with Dad a while, before I decided if he wasn't going to have them, I'd go ahead and finish them off. *munch munch munch* I left him a half a fry, though, just in case. ...when he got up, I SNARFED it! *snort*chomp*snort*

I'm a good girl.

Big Bertha