Gus came to me the other day and told me that the bedroom was open, and that mom and dad weren’t chasing us out or closing the door anymore! I have to say, I was very excited.
Gus had managed to sneak into the bedroom a couple of times before dad chased him out, and he said the bed was just as much fun to hide under as we remembered. So I was really excited when I followed Gus into the bedroom that night.
Unfortunately, my dad has put some sort of barrier all the way around the mattress so that we can’t get under the bed anymore! I tried digging at it to see if I could get under it, or maybe dig straight through it, but it didn’t work. And my dad kept waking up and telling me not to do that.
So, although the bedroom is now open to us, our main reason for going in there is gone – or blocked, anyway.
Although… my dad keeps mentioning something about a bed just for us to hide under, in some place called the spare bed-oom. I’ll have to keep my eyes open for that one.
I admit, I’m not very social with my mom and dad. I only like to hang out with Gus.
However, I do like to spy on what my mom and dad are doing from a safe place – like behind a box, or in another room, or under the table. I like to keep an eye on what they are doing, especially during the evening when they’re most active.
Today, my dad caught me spying on him… but I think I fooled him into thinking I was just lying there. I’ll be keeping an extra close eye on him from now on. He knows too much.
Last night my dad grabbed me (and Betsy) and gave us a brush-down, as well as clipping our toenails. Although I won’t admit it, it is nice to have my nails short again. And I always feel good after being brushed, what with all the loose hair gone and all.
I really don’t like the smell of bacon. My dad was cooking it again this morning – as he often does on weekends – and I just couldn’t stand it. There was no where to go, you could smell it all through the house. Betsy doesn’t seem to mind it as much, but I just cannot stand that smell – it makes me go all weird, I just don’t feel right.
How can anyone eat something that smells like that?
So it looks like we’ve moved. I have to say, I disapprove of the way we moved. First, we were taken to my dad’s office to spend the day there. It was OK; I always liked that office – lots of room to run around – but I don’t like having to ride in the car.
Then when we got home, all the furniture except for the bed was gone. So Betsy and I hid under the bed that night.
The next day, dad and mom took the bed apart and got rid of it as well. It was a little bit unsettling because now there was nothing in the apartment – just us. And everything sounds different when there’s no furniture around. So it was a bit upsetting, I have to say. That night, I guess mom and dad stayed in a “hotel” and left us here. It was dark and quiet and kind of scary in a way. But then, the next day, we got packed up in the car and took the longest car ride I’ve ever had in my whole life. Actually, towards the end, I didn’t mind so much. I was getting used to the way the car moves, and it wasn’t so bad.
When we got to our new place, I just had to look around. It’s pretty nice – I spent quite a bit of time marking everything with my chin – and there are some new places to hide under, like the desk, the dining room table, and some new thing… a “coffee table.” We never used to have one of those.
I’ve gotten pretty used to it, now that we’re back in a routine. My dad stays home all day now on the computer, and it’s nice to have him around. I even sometimes come out and lie at his feet for a bit, just to let him know I appreciate the extra treats he gives me when mom’s not looking!