Chewing

I’m really really tired today. Every time I lie down I fall asleep. I like sleeping with my head on Ruth’s foot best – it makes a nice pillow. Luckily I still have enough energy to eat my food and drink my goat’s milk.

I don’t know why I’m not allowed to chew some things called computer wires – maybe they’ll let me chew them when I’m bigger.

Ruth keeps putting my food and treats in my crate. I don’t know why.