Friday, November 25, 2005

 
Retreat
They left the basement door open again. Thank goodness. Anton is crying, and I've had enough. I'm laying on the futon and thought I'd catch up. Anton and Katie were gone for a while, and I went to Dog-Ma during the day. I like Dog-Ma, because there are dogs to play with all day.

Yesterday, Katie had a stuffed thing she was waving at Anton. Anton wasn't using it, so I thought I would. "No, Anton's toy," she kept telling me. Then she went and got one of my toys. "Grady's toy," she said and waved it at me. Well, no kidding it's my toy. I want the new one. This morning she had a box full of stuffed toys that I wasn't supposed to look at. It's not like Anton's using it. That's okay though, because I found a nifty rubber duckie on a shelf. Of course, then that got taken away as well.

You might think this was a bad day, but except that I would like the crying to stop it is not. Joe took me to the cemetery for two very long trips today (I had a long trip yesterday as well), and guess who was there? Kahulan! We saw each other across the lawn and "Charge!" it was just like old times.

Wednesday, November 09, 2005

 
Reindeer Games

This was supposed to be my long over due update on things I saw in Selinsgrove. Fake cemeteries (no, seriously) and rabbits were particular highlights. The fake cemeteries were very odd. I didn't get to sniff them much. One night I "escaped" as Katie and her parents put it, but when you go through a hole a foot or more high, it hardly constitutes escaping. I don't see why Penny didn't come. Anyway, I would have investigated more thoroughly then but was distracted by all the people running around in odd clothing.

But, no. Instead, I must right about what happened today. Katie has Anton in that carrier thing she has him in off and on all the time. Joe does too, but he hasn't been home all day. They came back from somewhere and went downstairs. Katie was playing with sticks. She had a ton of them, and was rubbing them with something. There were more than 5. You think she could share. But, no, any time I wanted to take a stick it's "No, Grady." She was holding them and it was pointed toward me, so I thought maybe we could play a game of tug, or I could just have one to chew on and it was "No, Grady." Anton fussed so she talked to him. I figured, fine, we can all join in on fuss at the people-puppy, and that was okay for a moment and then it's "enough Grady." I stayed down in the basement with them a little longer, and I did get some petting I'll admit. But, after they came up and went back down there again, I didn't bother. What was the point?

Anton's back in that carrier thing and it's getting dark outside. I hope I have my walk now.

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