

So Daddy was gone again. I wasn't too happy about it because Mommy said I had to be a man and protect her from all the night noises. I don't like those noises. But the real issue came when she said I had to be a man and to be a man meant I couldn't play with my blanket anymore! Real men don't play with their blankets? I don't want to stop playing with my blanket...it's my primary sense of joy. I'm not sure if she knows what she is talking about. I think real men are those who play with their blankets, are proud of it and aren't afraid of what the humans or other dogs say. I still played with my blanket and I still barked at the strange noises that occurred in the night. I even barked at the dog in the mirror and chased him away! He's a real slicker....one minute he's around and the next second, up close all I see is me and he has completely disappeared. But, he hasn't fooled me. I know he's around there somewhere. One of these days, I'll get him before he disappears!

Also, since I had to be a man, that meant I got to sleep on top of Daddy's pillow every night. This made it easier for me to hear strange noises and see strange shadows at the same time making it easier for me to pop up and start barking!