It was another rough (ruff) day. I missed my Mommy and she missed me. She told me that usually pets are nicer than people, but she tries to understand that most people can’t help it. They probably don’t have friends like me waiting for them at home.
Or like my sister, who sometimes is a little annoying and takes my bed away from me. But usually she’s pretty nice and means well, like some of the people Mom says she works with, even though she can can get in my personal space.
At least she’s not like my other sister, acting all innocent, but really ready to pounce the minute you turn your back. Ma says she knows folks like that too, but that I have to try to be kind anyway, because usually they are like that because they are sad inside.
I personally think she’s just a brat.