Dad went hunting this morning. I'm not really sure what that means. Usually he's hunting around here for his keys or a sock, no idea why he had to go away to hunt. But that's OK with me, it just means more quality time with Mom.
I think the plan is sewing. Now I don't sew, but I am the helper. I lay under the table and eat all the thread that falls onto the carpet. By the time Mom's done she doesn't have to vacuum because - "Me" the helper cleaned it all up.
I should get treats for that..... Qua