I am afraid of thunderstorms. When it storms, I always sit next to him, even if he is on that machine he is always typing on. I cannot figure out what is so thrilling about that machine. It makes lots of funny noises that I do not understand. The worst part of my life is when he disappears for a while. Sometimes, brings back food, but most of the time he is just gone for a while. I do not know where he goes, but I can sense when he is coming home. That is when I am most happy. I do not like being alone. My Papa loves me and I love him.

  He has a huge bed that smells like water. There is a long place underneath the bed where he puts soft things for me to lay on when I sleep. Just before he climbs onto the bed, he leans down and says, give Papa a kiss, so I lick him. He seems to enjoy that and I like licking him. I am always awake before he is and I cannot wait for him to wake up so I can go out in the morning.

  Sometimes he takes me to a big open field and we walk for a while. I really like that, because I get to smell things I have never smelled before. Usually, other dogs are there with their humans and I get to make new friends. I especially like little humans, because they are so gentle and happy and love to pet me. The female humans are good and pet me too. The male humans do not really pay attention to me and I do not care for most of them. Sometimes, humans come to my house. I like one older female who is very kind to me, but mostly when they come to my house, I go to my sleeping place. They say things I do not understand and it puts me to sleep.

  Being a dog is pretty cool, because my Papa takes care of everything. I never have anything to worry about except those darn thunderstorms. My Papa always tells me I am a pretty girl and a good girl. I like that, because I know it means he loves me. Someday, maybe I will learn to speak like a human and I can tell him all these things.