Wednesday, May 05, 2004

 
"Doesn't it feel good to be a gangsta"
Last week when we went walking, the same day we saw the sword, I met some little girls. One of them was feeding me dandelions. That was really sweet of her, because they were on the other side of the fence where she was, and I couldn't reach them. Most of it would blow away before I could eat them, but that wasn't her fault. She asked if I was a gangster. A gangster? I don't think so. I'm a dog.

Then some people came up. A bunch of them. I was excited to see people, but I'd never seen so many people at once, at least not at my new home. I got nervous and warned them off. Instead of being scared, or backing down a little, they laughed and came closer. One person came up and he was very weird. I think he was going to give me something, and Katie said no, and then he had this green ball. He was hunched over and waving it all around, crazy like, so I barked at him some more. Katie didn't like it. I thought she was mad at me, but then she told that other person off and that he shouldn't mess with me. Yeah!

The little girls wanted to play some more. But, Katie said no, we need to go home. She told the little girls that we needed to go so we didn't have any more trouble. She seemed a little unhappy, but at least she wasn't mad at me.

Oh, that was the day Joe came home. He disappeared on the Saturday after I came here, but then he came back that night. I was very excited.

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