Today we went to the fenced in doggie park. I met a Yorkie-poo who looked a lot like me. (Poo for poodle not poop) My mom said maybe I was one of those things when I realized that Yorkies are very close relatives to the Austrailian Terriorist I live with. What a depressing thought.
Arrow was racing around like a maniac. I just pretended I didn’t know him. I stayed quiet. Even when that Yorkie-poo wanted to wrestle. Oh no! I like to wrestle with Arrow! Maybe I am part terriorist.
Asta challenged me to do something creative a few weeks ago. I’m more destructive than creative. But it might cheer me up. And make me forget that awful thought.
He likes knitting. He ate the needles so he just uses his paws. I think he's a pretty good knitter but it really upsets my mom.