Day Three
I got put in my “room” again last night. Dad laid down on the floor by me, but I didn’t buy it. I pretended to fall asleep, and when he got up and left I let him know about it. It didn’t work, though. He didn’t come back until morning. I don’t like that room at all, and I showed them by turning my bed all upside down, and chewing on it. Maybe that will teach them.
I finally had to go poo last night. I did a big one in the back yard. I think dad was happy, because he patted me, and talked all nice to me.
It still rained a lot today, so dad only took me out to the back yard once in awhile. He kept telling me the same thing, so I just did my business. I had to do it, anyway, so why not in the grass. I have to watch out for the mean old chickens, though. They like to come after me if I get too close.
I found chicken poo in the yard. It tastes good. I like to lick it. I don’t think dad likes me doing that, because he keeps picking me up and saying, “NO!” I’ll have to be sneaky about finding it.
No pictures today.
