I haven't been able to blog too much recently, because my dad keeps me outside all day most of the time now. That has been good, because I talk to the neighbor dogs and sleep and watch the squirrels, but it means I don't have that much access to the computer anymore to blog. My mom has been getting a lot of grief about it though, and so I figured I should really pick it back up. So, this morning, when my dad was in the shower, I threw up all over the bed. I figured, no way he can keep me outside when my tummy is upset, so here I am, back inside, on the guest bed (mom and dad's bed is nasty and smells like puke now) writing about my life. Let's see... updates.... mom's still gone, but I think she might come back one day. I mean there's a lot of her clothes still here. So, unless dad Scott Peterson-ed her, she should be back soon. And the only other update is that our floors are still messed up... bummer. I can't slide around on them as much anymore. Okay, back to sleeping for me. Dad said the dirty one is coming over tonight... I wonder what that means.