This is My Day.
Today, I got up early and jingled my collar until my Papa Bear got off his bed in the dark.
Then I went downstairs to snooze on the couch until breakfast.
Breakfast was good. My food comes out of the refrigerator instead of a bag now. I like it! It has carrots and chickens and rice.
I also like banana.
I also like oatmeal.
I never get a whole bowl of it, but my Mama says maybe someday.
After breakfast, my Papa Bear took me for a fast, fast walk, like he was in a hurry. Then he started carrying piles of things outside. My Mama and my Girl put on their coats to go somewhere. They petted me, and said goodbye. My Mama kissed my Papa Bear and looked sad. We all miss Molly, and being sad is part of it.
Then my Papa Bear hugged me and petted me, and he said goodbye, too.
Then I took a nap, but after a while I woke up and nobody was around here except Brown-and-White Cat. (Brown Cat stays upstairs mostly. I'm glad because she hit me with her paw once.)
FINALLY my Mama and my Girl came home. What a relief!!! They took off their fancy clothes and had lunch. Then some of us took naps.
Then we took a walk. They started off fast, but not fast fast like Papa Bear.
We all got tired and went slower. Molly couldn't walk fast anymore, and I need practice for stretching out my legs again.
When we got home, my Mama gave me a cookie. I told her I thought it might be dinner time, but she said "not yet." I disagreed. I told her I disagreed. Then she put on her coat AGAIN and went away AGAIN. But she came back quick and I mentioned that it really seemed like dinner time to me by now.
But she said "not yet."
She petted me, but that is not dinner. I hope you understand.
I heard some teenager boys outside, and I told my Mama, loudly. She said, "thank you for telling me." She is very polite.
I really think it is dinner time now. I am waiting to hear the refrigerator door. I miss my Papa; he never forgets dinner. Or breakfast.
My Mama promises to remember. I hope she does.