television, there is a pretty, colorful, blonde girl whose name is phoebe, just like me! they laugh at her too, so she must be a good girl. i wonder what she smells like.
i hear something outside, i think it´s the cat. i will be right back. someone must open the door for me! don´t make me cry for it, because i will.
2:30 p.m. i just got back inside now. i passed through mother’s legs when she went to take the garbage out and got yelled at for entering the house with my wet paws. i think now i will just curl up in my bed for a bit.
6 p.m. it 