Wow! What a fall.... what a Thanksgiving... what a year.
Things have been really great since the move to Cali. I get to sleep in the bed every night (well not this week, because my dad was here, but usually) and it NEVER rains.... I MEAN NEVER! How cool is that? I hate the rain. And I hate the cold. It is just great here.
I have new friends (Toby and Puggers the pugs nearby, an adorable poodle across the way, and loads of other dogs all over). Plus, last weekend I got to go to the beach with three big labs and a cutie named Ginger. Basically, its dog heaven up in here.
My mom poured gravy all over my kibble on Thanksgiving and my dad wrestled with me pretty much nonstop all week. So, life has been pretty sweet this week. He seems to be gone again though. I walked all over the place looking for him. He wasn't under the bed. He wasn't behind the couch. He wasn't even in the trash, even though I looked and looked in there. I ate some trash off the top just to make sure he wasn't in there, but it didn't really help. He was still not there.
I got used to him being gone already though, cuz last night I got to get back in the bed, which was awesome. Alright, I see my mom is putting on shoes and a sweatshirt, which MUST mean I am going for a walk.... I pretty much assume that anytime she puts on shoes, its walking time. Woohoo.... catch ya later!
