Hi, it's me. The Boy.
You know what? Last night there were splosions outside. The thumb-havers said something about KaBoom Town, but I didn't care. I don't like splosions. I hid under the bed.
The Alpha and The Typist thought they'd fixed things so I couldn't get under the bed. They keep having to re-fix, though. Because of things like thunder and splosions.
And the electric toothbrush. They say it's not for me, but I won't ever believe that.
I hear there will be a little bit of Coming Over today. And there was some mopping, and The Alpha brought out the growling carpet monster with the headlight. (I don't like it right along with the splosions and the electric toothbrush.)
And I think The Alpha is messing with the grill right now. I like the grill. I like to sniff around under it after they're finished. I like to see if they drop anything meaty.
I hope Winston doesn't Come Over. He's scary. The Typist keeps telling me I'm a Big Brave Dog whenever he comes over, but she is Wrong. She says he's little, and I can take him, but it doesn't matter that he's little. I can't take him.
Maybe Frodo will get to Come Over again soon. I like Frodo. We even rode in the car together to the Dog Park and were nice the whole time.
Hey! The other night we went out for custard. I got a Puppy Cup. It's an off-menu item just for me.
I have to go help with the grill now.