I thought I missed my old family. It wasn't until I returned that I realized how much I really hate the dog. At least I can ignore Gibson.
My old owners (Steve and Babe) have been doing strange things
again. Just like before, the home is full of brown cubes, and the clutter keeps disappearing. I'd better get off of Steve's computer before he comes back in the house.
I'll stay here for 3 or 4 days, then I'm heading back home with Todd. I sure hope he moved my food bowl back upstairs.