Day 81

This Island is miserable. It has been raining those cold wet raindrops all day. Plus, even though I got two tours today and met a new four legged friend, I have been isolated to my metal house in the ferry room. The water is pouring in under the door and the towels Captain put there are soaking wet. I can see the water reaching our stuff and know she is going to be unhappy but can't get out of this house to help her. King ferry driver Dan the man thinks that I am happy to have my metal house back, he is right, but it doesn't mean I still need to be in the garage at 10 pm! When Captain came home tonight I could hear her and then heard a bunch of clattering. It seemed the garbage cans were clear across the street with one wedged up next to a neighbors car (shhhh, don't tell them) and the other rolling around in the street with the wind. I could tell she was unhappy when she came in literally drenched and dripping and covered in mud from those cans.

Captain let me out to let me potty and fed me a good dinner with some extra meat in it, but still I long to be with her upstairs. After I ate she let me wonder around in the garage and I found a little bear in the pile named Winnie. I have snuggled with him before I know because I recognize his blue pjs. I pulled him out of the pile and was sniffing him for a while and then got startled by the howling wind, wind like I have NEVER heard it before on the Island. I darted into my metal house and think I'll just stay here all night. Captain comes out and checks on me, but gives me no indication that I get to go back in the house. She smells strongly of cleaners and seems exhausted though she told me she is pleased with herself because she thinks every piece of my hair is now out of the house--another reason why I may find myself isolated to this ferry room. I sure hope when my Papa comes to visit soon he at least lets me out!