Wednesday, May 05, 2004
School!
Last week, when we were out walking, we met some kids at the school across the street. Katie told them that I had to go to school, just like they do. I didn't know what that was all about. Honestly, I forgot about it. Well, apparently, I must be "home schooled." My new friend (as opposed to Katie and Joe's friends who have been visiting), came back to see me. His name is Brandon. He is supposed to be teaching all of us, but I'm the one who has to do all the trotting back and forth. I'm the one that has to wear something called a "Halti." At least people stopped yanking at my neck and making me cough, but this Halti thing is really weird. What I really wanted to do was run around and roll in the grass. Instead we walked back and forth, with this thing on my face. Brandon has a bag of treats. During our lesson, I got a lot of treats. That's the best part.
Last week, when we were out walking, we met some kids at the school across the street. Katie told them that I had to go to school, just like they do. I didn't know what that was all about. Honestly, I forgot about it. Well, apparently, I must be "home schooled." My new friend (as opposed to Katie and Joe's friends who have been visiting), came back to see me. His name is Brandon. He is supposed to be teaching all of us, but I'm the one who has to do all the trotting back and forth. I'm the one that has to wear something called a "Halti." At least people stopped yanking at my neck and making me cough, but this Halti thing is really weird. What I really wanted to do was run around and roll in the grass. Instead we walked back and forth, with this thing on my face. Brandon has a bag of treats. During our lesson, I got a lot of treats. That's the best part.
