Sunday, February 11, 2007

Where Is My Lady?

I like Betty, the ten-year-old I live with. She's okay, but I miss my Lady. For the first three days I got here, I moped around. I just kept thinking Lady would show up. I didn't want to play tug-o-war, I didn't want to sing with Betty when she played her gourd flute, and I didn't want to do much of anything. Well, unless it had to do with eating meat. How can my Lady get along without me? Who is waking her up in the morning? Who is warming her bed for her at night? Who is cleaning up the scraps on her floor when she cooks? Who is making sure she gets enough exercise? Who is keeping her safe from other dogs and bad people? I still see my other Chinese friends, but where is my Lady? Betty says she is coming back to get me, but when? All my stuff is here, even my rugs, but this isn't Lady's home. Where is my Lady? Does she miss me?