May 1st 2012 7:30 am
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OK, so I didn’t write anything in my diary over the weekend. Don’t blame me, though. If Tony and Bob didn’t have such boring lives, I might’ve had something to write about. It’s funny, ya know. When I can’t think of anything to write, Bob calls it laziness, but when he can’t think of anything to write, he calls it writer’s block. Yeah, right!

They put me in the kennel last night when we went to bed, and I was just fine with that. I don’t mind being in the kennel as long as somebody’s with me, but when Bob put me in the kennel this morning and then went into the living room to watch TV. I didn’t care much for that. I guess I’d better get used to it, though, ‘cuz something tells me that he’s going to be doing that a lot more often—especially when he wants to go to the gym or someplace without me.