May 1st 2012 7:08 am
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Tony and Bob put a crate in the bedroom for me. I usually come and go as I please, but this morning, Bob locked the gate for a few minutes. I wasn’t crazy about that idea, but since he stayed in the room most of the time, I didn’t object too much. Something tells me that I may have to start getting used to this idea once in a while.
After my walk with Tony this morning, he told Bob that I have worms. Tattle tale. I don’t go around telling everybody what Tony’s got.
This morning, we went to PetSmart to meet some friends of Bob and Tony’s. Tony used to work at PetSmart, so these friends asked Tony to help them pick out an aquarium for their little boy’s new fish. Victor is 3½. I like him. He’s nice. I think we’ll be buds.
I got very playful—or “rambunctious,” as Bob likes to say—this afternoon, and Bob just sat there like a knot on a log. Bob said something like, “See this is what I’ve been putting up with all week,” but I don’t think Tony thought that was funny. He does think I’m cute, though. Duh!
Actually, I never bother Bob when he’s on the computer, ‘cuz I figure he’s “working,” writing stories or songs, and that room’s got a nice window I can look out of. However, when Bob’s just lying on the couch in the living room, I figure he’s got time to play with me.
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