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Everyone is still full from yesterday, but mom is cooking some rice, so I guess I’ll try and eat some leftovers no matter what my stomach is telling me.

Gosh, it’s 75 degrees today, and being outside is great. I have been outside running around all day because mom left the front door open; this way she doesn’t have to get up everytime I scratch on the door–hey, if the door is open I don’t have to scratch. Mom was outside with me for a while, and I showed off like I always do. I ran the perimeter of the fence twice just so she’d know I was feeling good, although my stomach has felt better. I also ran the perimeter of our small brick fence that just goes around out little front yard, but it’s really not so little. I guess she must have put all of us out there when we were puppies so we couldn’t run off and get into trouble; it didn’t work–we got into trouble anyway because those squirrels live (or at least visit) our trees.

I found a strange scent up in the corner of our big yard and stopped to check it out. No sooner had I stopped than Hilde and Kasha came up to see what I had found; they always do that. They have noses, why don’t they find their own strange scents? I guess they are just not as smart or observant as I am. Or, maybe, they’re just lazy; that would explain a lot of things.

You should have been at my house last night. Apparently, we had an unwanted visitor. I was in the TV room with mom and Hilde when my human brother, Paul, came rushing in. He said something just hit his bedroom window very hard–like it was trying to get in. You have to understand that we live in the country, and we have a six-foot chain link fence surrounding our front yard and our back yard, and that’s a lot of yard. Anyway, he wanted Hilde and me to go outside with him and Kasha. Yeah, right! After I heard what he said, I wasn’t going outside–I’m a lover not a fighter.

Well, Paul took a flashlight and went outside by himself to see what it could have been. He looked around for a while and didn’t find anything, so he came back inside. It could have been a bird or a very big bug.

Mom, Hilde, Wooly, and I went outside this morning to see if we could find anything pertaining to what it could have been that hit Paul’s window last night. I found a scent, but it was a familiar one so I didn’t alert mom. Mom looked at Paul’s window screen and, sure enough, it was damaged by something with claws because it was ripped with a slit about two inches long. I knew it was useless looking around anymore, because whatever it was isn’t around anymore. After today, I bet it won’t come back either; I probably scared it off if it saw me outside looking around.