Well - Dad and I were having a grand old time in the grass...and Mom wasn't around. Then all of a sudden this lady comes up and it turned out to be Mom. BUT - she had something with her - in MY bag for the airplane. After a couple seconds of saying hi to me, she opened the bag and this little white furrball came out. I have no idea what she was thinking. She said something about it being a puppy for me to play with...but I'm fine with Mom and Dad. I don't know what possessed her to think I need a puppy. I'm not even sure I know what puppies do since I'm not a puppy. I mean - sometimes they call me a puppy, but I'm a human just like them. I just look a little different and don't talk the same way.
So he's been here two nights now. I thought he was okay a couple times and tried to play, but he just rolled over with his belly up. I took the opportunity to sniff him then and he smells sort of familiar, but I don't know. He needs to learn the rules to my games. It might be kind of fun to play with him when he learns the rules. He does seem content to let me rule the house, so that's a good sign. The only time I get upset with him is when he tries to take a treat out of my mouth. I think Mom needs to make sure he's far away when I have food.
Our first breakfast together (pictured here) was strange. He eats different food. I wanted to try his, and he seemed to like mine. We were fine to just switch, but Mom had to come and mix our food together. She tried putting it in a big bowl and letting both of us eat, but his head is too big. So she put it in two bowls. Much better. I sort of like his food.
Today we played sock tug of war. I won, of course, but it was fun. I think he's pretty spunky, so I think we'll get along fine eventually. I'm still not sure what Mom was thinking, though.
