I am so confused. Ferry room or house, house or ferry room. I was eager to stay in the house after my tour with Captain. She even gave me these yummy new treats that are supposed to be good for my teeth and digestion. Then, when the ferry driver came I followed him into the garage to get the book they always talk about me in and I just decided if I went in my house he too might give me a cookie. IT WORKED. I think I confused him though. When the queen ferry driver came back later she put me in the house and I was happy to stay there. She thinks I prefer the house and that I won't mind when my metal house is gone. Captain doesn't know what to do with me, but still seems awfully concerned about dirt and the walls. She came home tonight and was wiping me and the wall down a whole bunch. She was all wet herself, but I didn't point that out to her in case she would get mad at me. You know what they say about a scorned woman. . .
I did notice her fur looked different. It seemed darker and shorter and while it was wet, I could tell that it was nice and clean smelling and soft. I tried to tell her this with big kisses and didn't even want to eat my dinner because I wanted to be sure she knew I loved her. Even though she gets frustrated with my fur, dirt, and nails; I think she knows how much I love her.
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