Day 18

The humans are careful not to spoil me, but they do give me treats here and there. I love to hang out in the kitchen when they're cooking; they can't resist my hazel eyes (and loud sighing). Some of favourites are above. (Kristina could totally be a famous food blogger and/or photograph for cookbooks, non?)

I never beg at the table at mealtimes, but that cute kid drops soooo much food I help out the family by cleaning the floor afterwards. Par example? Rice Krispies. Delicious! See how I fake disinterest in the background?

Today in summary: walk, poop, eat, sleep, harass small neighbourhood dogs (named Ruby, no less), wrestle, walk, poop, harass, eat, wrestle, walk, poop....and then, I must admit, I have become fond of bedtime stories. I curl up in Charlie's room under guise of "protective watchdog" then enjoy a plethora of Dr. Seuss classics...ahh heaven.

Oh, and also today Charlie told me I am "going home soon", and that she will "miss me, but not that much," and that she will visit when she goes "swimming." She pointed a finger at me the whole time then hugged my butt so I'm not really sure what this all means.