The Lay of the Land

I have been here about a month. There are some things I have learned.

I don't get to be in charge. It's kinda a bummer, but okay cause Dad makes sure I have food and play time and exercise and friends and rest and bathroom time. So it's Okay. Sometimes I pretend to be in charge by bouncing and barking, but then I get caught and I don't get to pretend anymore.

My family stays downstairs most the time, which I like cause I don't have to go up and down the stairs all the time.
OH UPSTAIRS, UPSTAIRS, UPSTAIRS, UPSTAIRS!
There is Mom and Dad's room where I sleep at night. I have a nice big fluffy bed, which I use a little but usually just move to different spots on the floor cause it's cooler.
And boys are across the hall, but the boys have the neatest toy room ever. There's a pile of stuffed toys to play with that is bigger than me! The fluffy sheep dog is my fav! And there's Blocks! Wood blocks, plastic blocks, and lots of other kinds of toys.
But Dad doesn't like me playing up there. He always calls me away, or tells me to Leave it, or to Drop it.
He's kinda a party pooper, but I guess it's okay cause those toys aren't very tough and I have my own downstairs.

OH DOWNSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS, DOWNSTAIRS!
I get to chew on and pull on and chase the downstairs toys. This is where we go on all of our walks from. And it's where my food and water are, and it has Heaven. Or at least I think it's Heaven, It is a big box and cold air comes out of it and it feels good and there is FOOD!
But Mom doesn't let me spend time in the cold food box, I keep trying to tell her it's not nice to keep people out of heaven, but she still doesn't let me.
and there is the doors outside.

OH OUTSIDE, OUTSIDE, OUTSIDE, OUTSIDE!
I get to spend lots of time outside! The air is cool and the grass is cool, and there is lots of room to play and run.
It is almost like Heaven, only there isn't any food.  But I get to lay around and pull on toys and chase toys and chew on toys.  Mom and Dad and the boys throw toys to me but I don't think they are very good. I usually have to go run over to the toy and then bring it back.   But there are friends! There is a white doggy who is about my size and he lives next door. His name is "Cosmo" we say "Hi" to each other all the time and then we pick up rocks and pieces of wood and show 'em to each other. There are more doggies past Cosmo's house, but I can't reach 'em so some times I whine, because I want to play and I think puppies should play. But there are fences.

So that is what I have learned about my home.
-Hurley