I got in trouble with the Captain again. I can't help it that I miss her so much when she leaves and that I am worried she won't come back again. It makes me anxious, she called it separation anxiety. I had two walks with the ferry drivers in the bitter cold air and wind and played hard with friends. They left the door to my metal house open again and this time I pulled the Captain's cloth paw coverings she wears around the house down and tossed them around in the air and took the rectangular carpet-like things by the door and tossed them around too. I was only out for 15 minutes when the Captain came home and caught me. She was not happy and before she left again she made sure the metal door was closed, twice. When she came back again, this time I swear her hair was shorter, I had chewed up the blanket in my house. Oh, she was not happy with me and asked why I was being so bad. She could tell I was upset that she left so after we ate dinner (hers smelled much better than mine and she ate it with these funny sticks and kept saying "yum, I love little raw fishes") she sat with me on the floor and watched the big TV. I threw myself in her lap and rolled around on my back for her to rub my belly the way my Papa does, but she lectured me while she rubbed my belly--it is not as fun this way.
She tortured me too. I know I smell presents and goodness coming out of the closet upstairs and that it is not the usual smell of the Captain's paw coverings. I kept running up there and sticking my paw and nose in the door, but Captain said no. I know Christmas is over, I mean I did help Santa after all, but the Captain said I have to wait and open them in front of Papa. I don't know why we can't just call him on that box thing now--who cares what time of night it is in Iraq? It is present time here!
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