HE'S STILL HERE

Dear Gracie,
The little fuzzball is STILL here. I found out today that his name, is, in fact, Toby. I like Dooby better. He was really annoying me today - wanting to play, jumping in my face, waving his tail up in the air. After I humored him for a while, I went and laid down. You'd think he'd get the hint.

I even let him chew on my favorite bone, just to make my people happy. My main person, she seems to not be too worried, but my man person - he gets that scrunched up, worried look on his face and starts snapping his fingers at me if I tell the little fellow how to behave. I often wonder what he means by the snapping. Humans can be hard to understand sometimes. But they are lovable - usually.

So far, I have not had to share my food bowls OR my bed with Toby, but I did get to try HIS food. It was tasty but so tiny. I don't know how it fills him up.

At least Toby's walking manners are getting a little bit better. Now he trots next to us, rather than straining to get ahead. But he still growls and barks at little kids we pass. I just don't get it. Kids are great! I love kids!

I hope all is well for you, dear Gracie. Maybe your person will bring you over to play soon. I don't mind sharing my bones with you!

Until our next sniff,
Kipper