Wow, I haven't written here for a long time

...and it's all my Mom's fault.  She never lets me type on this thing.  Every time I try, she tells me to get down.

 

Since I wrote last so much has happened I can't remember it all.  I know we were out for a walk one day and I saw a big red dog running up the street.  Mom said his name was Focks but I don't know how she knew that because we never saw him before.

Then one day he was out my back window just looking in!  Another time, we saw 2 of him which was strange to me but Mom said that they were both Focks so I guess she knows.

One time Daddy saw Focks outside again and he called somebody about that but they didn't do anything.  Is a dog bad just because he's red?

My school is finished now and I graduated.  I have a certificate to prove it, just like my brother's certificate from his school.  His is bigger, though.  I learned a lot but it was mostly fun, running around and playing with the others in my class.

I missed one class and I'm not sure why.  The day before I didn't get any breakfast and Mom took me to my doctor's office - the same place as my school.  I didn't get home until it was almost dark and they didn't let me have dinner, either.  I was getting hungry!  the next day, I had to stay home from class but then I could go again.  My Mom says I can't have puppies now but I couldn't before so I'm not sure what the big deal is.

My brother came home one time and it was great!  We ran around the block a lot and he was nice to me. 

Here he is, playing with me on the floor.

He had to go back to wherever he lives but mom said he'd be here again is a little while.

It was sure fun having him here!

 

 

I talk to my dogmother a lot on that box thing.  Mom makes it so I can hear better and I lick the box so my dogmother can know that I love her.  She sings a song to me called Mimi.

My Mom had trouble taking this and holding the box that I was licking at the same time but this is me and my dogmother. 

I wonder how she fits in that box?

 

 

I would be still asleep and not writing this if mom hadn't taken this picture.  I was sound asleep and then there was a bright light that woke me up.  So I decided to catch up on everything here.

Mom got me this pillow for the big blue box we ride around in but I thought I'd like to keep it here by where I write this blog.

What does blog mean, anyway?  Sounds like another name for dog.

I'll try to write soon again, sooner than this time.  I'm very busy, though.