Hudad’s busy attending some conference this weekend, so Humom’s trying to entertain me all by herself. I don’t really like to walk these days, even in parks, and when it’s with one human instead of the two, I’m even more determined to turn around to go back after I’m done with my business.

Today, though, I actually wanted to keep going for a change. It was Humom who said “Let’s turn around and go home.” Huff.
Something about ticks and how I keep going into those tall grassy areas to lie down. I like it. A lot of privacy.

Speaking of privacy, can I please have it?

My morning walk went very well today

It’s still winter but the snow is slowly melting. I see plants that have been buried reappear everywhere. The surfaces and smells are so new and different from the past months. I will need to re-investigate everything.

For now, I just enjoy the sun and the warmth and let my humans spy on me from the window.

Such a pretty day. Blue blue sky, and soft white snow. Humans took me to walk on the trails behind the nearby farm with funny animals (‘goats’ they said).

Humans: “Look Kaiju! We finally got you a brother!” “He has no hair… I hope that’s all right with you.”

Humans needed to go to ‘Maine’ for something, so I went with them. After their business was done (which took long and I was bored to death!), they took me to the beach. Phew! Good things come to those who wait…. in a crate in a car for a long time!

I lived with my grandhumans for the past 3 human weeks. That’s five whole dog months. It felt like a long time. I almost assumed I was going to live there now, forever.

Grandhumans were very good to me. They have a gigantic fenced-in yard where they would play with me for a long time. Their daily schedule was so regular, unlike my humans. I liked that a lot. When grandhudad came home from work, I’d get so excited that my tail would go crazy. And it made him giggle so much. I felt good living there for sure.

My humans have been so stressed lately. My usual home had seen big and small boxes coming in and disappearing. The humans made a lot of noise with those boxes and tapes, and they kept taking things away. The house became so empty, in the end, and we were sleeping on the floor on a weird bed (air mattress, they said) for the past week or so.

When they finally took the last piece out of the house, they put me in the car, went somewhere, unloaded some of the things, and after 4 hours of driving, boom! we have arrived at my favorite backyard!!

They say I’ll have to stay here with my grand humans for a while until we have the home ready to live. I don’t understand. We had a place to live. The place I have grown up. Why can’t we go back and live there?

They say I will like the new place. I dunno. I like my usual home just fine…