Sunday the 18th, Day 58:

I've been here almost two months now... Can you believe it?

Dad and Pa can't. They said they probably won't make Disneyland holiday vacation this year because I am such an expensive girl! (Of course I am! All girls are expensive... trust men to forget that! hrmf.) They also said something about more training, but you know, I am in no hurry. I'm pretty happy. I need time to find a suitable doggie-boarding vacation spa or something anyway... Everything in *MY* life is pretty darn good, afterall!

Except for one thing- maybe you can explain this to me, because I just don't get it.

I share with the kitties, you know- I do! I offer them my furry ball, and my cone-toy, and even my beloved turtle!

But you know, I really LIKE the kitty-toys. Those little mousies, especially.

Dad comes and takes them away, and says "That's not yours! Wrong!" ...I won't like the 'wrong' word- it's like NO, only kind of... more serious, because it means he wants me NOT to do the thing I am doing. And I wasn't doing anything wrong- I was just eating all the seafoam green rabbit fur off the plastic mouse, and chewing up the plastic mouse... what's wrong with THAT?

See? I don't get it.

So there HAS been a certain level of... mortality... among the fuzzy-mice in this family recently... and there has been an unusual level of FUR in my poo-piles... but still.

I don't know why the kitties look so ticked off, either! I would share my Gumma-Bone with them!! See? *nudge nudge* They just give me dirty looks, and run away.

*hrmf*

What's a girl to do?

Big Bertha