I don’t know if today was a good day or not. I saw a rabbit in the backyard early this morning and chased it, but it found a small hole under the fence and got away. I think it would have made a nice present for my new people. So I was a little upset about that. Dad left early, it was still dark-time, for a “meeting”. I know what happens when dogs meet, usually a lot of sniffing and growling, so I guess it was something like that. That meant Mom had to take Jamie to school and I didn’t like that one bit.
I have to admit, I was kind of proud of myself for being able to reach the bread, even though it was put away sort of high, and it WAS delicious, but I felt bad about it after, so I peed on the dining room floor. I didn’t really mean it, and I could tell by Mom’s face when she came back that she was disappointed in me. I felt awful. But what’s worse is that today Mom has to work in the Liberry. I don’t know what a “Liberry” is, but it sounds good, and I hope she brings me back some to eat. I don’t want her to leave, though, and I’m kind of working myself up about it.
Well, if Mom had any Liberries for me, I am definitely not getting any, because of the pile of poop I left her in the dining room. Mom was not happy. She says I have to go with her in the car to pick up Jamie from school because she can’t trust me at home by myself. I did hear her telling Dad on the phone she was really proud of me because she could tell that I loved the family and was very loyal already. So all is not lost. Last night when Mom and Jamie were in bed, and it was dark-time, I heard something creaking on the stairs and I growled and barked (my first time) to protect them. But it turned out to be Dad, so then I wagged my tail and was very happy again. Mom is extremely pleased with me for this, and says that I am “watching over them” and she is willing to “cut me some slack” and be patient with me while I try to get over my nervousness and fear. I love my new family very much. I wish I could tell them, instead of pooping on the floor.