Dear Diary, Last night, Mom came down into the Forest to “see what you have been barking at.” There has been Something Suspicious there for a week. I have been telling it that I See It And I Am Not Afraid. Mom said it was a Snake Skin from "Our Friend Who Eats the Moles.” She took a stick and chopped it up in little pieces. And when I tried to eat a piece or two, she covered it up with a pile of leaves!!! That was Not Very Nice. (It tasted like chicken.) Now she is calling me

Dear Diary, I have been attending something called “Obedience Class.” There are lots of dogs and lots of people and LOTS OF TREATS! We go into a big pen and then all the dogs and all the people do whatever the man in the middle says to do. “Sit.” “Down.” “Stay.” “Walk.” And every time I do these things I GET A TREAT!! It is very exciting. We go to “Obedience Class” every week. And my brother doesn’t get to come. We have “homework.” The man in the middle says we have to pract

<p>&nbsp;&nbsp; Dear Diary, Last night, just as I was getting ready to eat my dinner, my bowl flew in the air and all of the food fell out. I jumped out of the way, and then I didn&#8217;t know what to do. Mom told me to go ahead and eat even though my dinner was [&hellip;]</p>

Dear Diary, It's been two months since I found my family. One feeds me. One plays with me. One is a furry guy they call Jack who lets me chew on his head. Since I got here I got a new collar I got a new name I had the worst day of my life.

She followed me home. Mom let her in for the night. (It' going to freeze tonight! We have to let her in.) She played with my toys while we looked for her hoomans. She likes to stand on my back. We couldn't find her home, so she so staying. Her name is Arya. I like her.