Secrets
I’m a dog. I can’t talk. Sure, I can blog, but I only blog about things Mama has already guessed. (I’m sneaky that way).
There are things I haven’t let the family know, and maybe I never will. What life was like before they brought me to their house…what I was like to my dog-mama and siblings…what I wish they would feed me…
Other things I can’t help but tell them. How excited I get when they come home…how I wish they wouldn’t go without taking me…how yummy raw meat is…how much I love going on walks…who my favorite person is…
It’s fun to have little secrets, but it’s also fun to let out occasional hints. Like when I show up in the “No room” in the middle of the night. Mama realizes it means my former mama would let me sleep with her. I don’t know why Mama doesn’t come to her senses and let me sleep with her, but I’ve come to realize she just won’t, so I don’t ask anymore.
I wonder what I should hint about next…