After the Connor went to the place they call work, the mum went there too so I had to stay with the grandma.
It wasn't too bad I suppose, I got this huge bone full of marrow..
It's Friday morning. I'm pretty down. The last two days we've dropped the Connor at some place they call work. He fixes these big red and yellow things that rise up in the sky. I think they call them helicopters or choppers.
They're loud and smell bad.
I'm sitting on his seat here. It smells like him and is warm too. The mum says it's heated and it's leather and I shouldn't be on it. I don't really care. I just want the Connor to come back.
My very first night at the home and I was able to convince the Connor to let me sleep with him in his box. It was very cozy. He told me that I wasn't allowed to share my fleas.
Fleas! Are you serious, I was thinking the same thing. I don't want him sharing his fleas with me!
As you may or may not have read, I have a rather large name for a regular sized dog.
I guess you may be wondering where that crazy name came from.
