Sunday, January 24, 2010

Day 50

I love Sundays on the Island. We woke earlier today than yesterday and the Captain sounded so funny when she woke up. We were not happy because someone called 6-7 times at 5 am and the Captain was worried it was my Papa trying to reach us and I was barking because I thought it was some vermin trying to get to my Captain. The Captain left for a while and came back really worn out and her nose kept running. I tried to lick it for her, but she started laughing and wouldn't let me. Instead, she took me out for a really long walk around the place with the trees and stones with the big frozen pond. The pond was unthawing today and the sun felt nice and warm--Captain even took off her paw covers for a large part of the walk. I was mostly very good on the walk because she had those good treats in her pocket and none of the people we saw today were vermin.

When we got back from our walk, the Captain ran that purple colored noise maker that sucks up the dirt and my fur. When she got to the first floor she did the oddest thing. After she cleaned my metal house, she started ripping it apart! I got so worried and ran around in circles. She even rolled up the rug from under it and cleaned the floor. I just sat on the stairs watching her in amazement and confusion. Then, she drug my big overstuffed bed to the same spot and put a bunch of my toys on it. I went running from one bed to another and up and down the stairs pouncing on my big bed and even did the Crazy boy dance on the rug. I haven't done crazy boy since my Papa left because it is really a dance he and I do together mostly.











The rest of the day, I moved from bed to bed, and bed to the nice cool floor that surrounds my bed where the metal house used to sit. I was so worn out I couldn't even play with my football when the Colts played and WON the AFC championship. The Captain was happy and since she still didn't feel well, she went out and got one of those rectangular things for dinner that smell like cheese and goodness. I think her's was the kind my Papa doesn't like because the crust looked brown, but she sure enjoyed it with her hot drink and bowl of green stuff. Now we are going to bed early. I am still soo tired I don't even care, I am falling asleep again as I type even.

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