



We've had lots of company this week. Gramma's sisters came with their babies. I tried to so hard to keep up after them. Crumbs everywhere what's a dog to do but to pick them up, yum. Also I noticed a different kind of smell. There was something else new.
Gramma kept me on a tether most of the week. I know she didn't want me to be in the babies faces all week but they tasted so good full of baby food and milk that I had to try to give them love licks and wash their faces.
But there was something else different. I have been hearing noises in the back rooms and I tried to search it out without success during the week. One quiet morning after my daily constitutional Gramma put my breakfast in my bowl just like she always does and the bowl sets next to the washer on the floor of the porch. I jumped right in to gobble it up like I always do. What a shock! As I was gobbling I saw something move. Something or someone was hiding behind the washer. I immediately sounded the alarm. Roof, roof! Behind the washer was a cat! I've never been so close to a cat before.
Holiday was hiding behind the washer! And boy did I shock him too! We were almost nose to nose and I didn't even know he was there! Now the visitors have all left. The babies covered in babyfood and milk are gone. And the toys are picked up, but I still can hear Holiday. Holiday is still in our house! Now during the night while I'm locked up in my night crate I can hear him stalking (3am). I try to get Gramma to get up and let me out. I whine quietly but she doesn't want to get up at 3 in the morning.
My job now is to let Holiday know I am here. Roof Roof! And I am in charge.