July 11th 2005 7:10 am
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On June 2nd, my dad stopped coming home. A lot of people came over and everybody was sad and crying. They kept telling Mom & Courtney that they were sorry about Dad being gone...sometimes they say, "I can't believe he's dead.". I don't know what that means...I just know that Dad hasn't come back yet and I miss wrestling with him in the floor when he gets home from work. Even though I was sad, I went around to different people and stopped at the one I thought was the saddest. I would let them pet me and hug me...mom says I weigh 90 pounds now, so I guess people like hugging this big ol' dog too.
I can still smell dad around in different places of our house. I smell him on Mom & Dad's big bed. I smell him on the pair of shoes he left by the back door. I think Mom & Courtney can smell him too...they run around smelling his shirts...I think they're going crazy...cuz' only dogs are supposed to smell everything.
Sometimes, I dream of Dad. When I'm sleeping, my tail wags...a lot and I 'smile'.