Day 67

I love that the Captain is staying home with me, but I don't know why she won't spend all her time with me instead of the box and the phone. We had a nice tour and it was the day when all those big barrels are out with all the interesting smells coming out of them. Because we walked a little later than when captain goes into the bigger Island, we saw all these men in bright vests stealing the stuff from the barrels. At one point I lunged at something on the ground and then the men watched while the Captain yelled at me and tried to pry it out of my mouth. The dinner roll was so yummy and since these men were watching, I rufused to give in and fought harder than usual to keep my prize. Even though I know the Captain was really mad at me, after our tour, she did rest with me a little next to my fuzzy blanket under her very own fuzzy blanket and that was nice, but then she left and went to the box. On several occasions, I would take her my toys and check on her progress. She would play for a few minutes and then ignore me again. I even went and layed down on the top of the stairs again like yesterday so I could see her better, but this time I did start to fall and didn't like that one bit.

I played hard in the diamond shaped grassy area with Eli and ran around and around and around. I was so happy to feel the sun on my back and be with my friend. The ferry driver worked on commanding me to do things, I prefer playing but since he gave me yummy cookies I played along with him and did what he asked. Maybe if Captain had had a cookie on our earlier tour I would have dropped the dinner roll--na probably not. I got really hyper again when I came home from my play time and saw Captain was still home so I raced around the house and did my "crazy boy" dance. Captain yelled at me to knock it off. I have no idea what that means.

Because I played hard I guess, Captain kept telling me I smelled--how insulting. After our evening tour together, she got in the glass walled room with me and got me all wet and washed lots of dirt off of me. I was grumpier than usual and told her about it. She kept saying crap like "you don't say" and "tell me about it" so I did, I just let her know that I was unhappy with her and wanted my Papa back. She dried me off and fed me and then left just before bed time for several hours saying something about a surprise birthday party. I remember when she did that for my Papa. I hope the person she was surprising liked it and had as much fun as my Papa did.