Sunday, February 19, 2012


Jib here.

She feeds me carrots!!!


Jib here.

Bat is here!

She drops food. She picks it up. She eats it.

She mops the floor.

She dances and prances.

She leaps!

She barks!

She is just like me!


Sailor here.

Bat is here. She is here alone. Just Bat.

Mom calls her Bat, but her name is really Elisabeth.

Bat calls Mom "Grammy."

She leaps! She spins! She laughs!

Jib is beside himself with joy.

He hopes the Boybee will come next.

Thursday, February 2, 2012


Jib here.

Mom took me in the little car.

That's because the dog car is at the car vet. In the hospital.

Mom says it is being fixed from last week. When there was a big BUMP! And when Mom said what she politely calls "words of one syllable."

So Mom took me in the little car.


Dogs whizzed by. People whizzed by. And cars! And people!! And more dogs!!!

Mom told me to settle, but I didn't. Because people whizzed by! And dogs!!

And every time they stopped whizzing and slowed down, I barked. Then I plopped onto the floor.

Coming home, though, I figured it out.

If I lie down on the seat, I don't end up on the floor.