Camp Gitmo

On April 19th something fell in the pantry. I went to investigate but I couldn't find what caused it to fall. Maybe we have a ghost? Oh, yeah, mom has said that we have a ghost living with us. I forgot. His name is Julius. He moves things sometimes. And other times he borrows things and brings them back later.

I've started doing something that the humans find amusing. Rather then getting up to move a few feet, I just scootch on over. They are calling me a lazy dog. I think they are just jealous because they can't scootch.

A few days later the guys finished putting up the fence. When mom got home from work, my family took me out to the newly fenced yard. I did a perimeter check around the whole area. My family thinks I was looking for an escape hatch because I was very interested in the areas where the fence didn't quite meet the dirt. So maybe I want to do a little investigating outside the yard. Is that a crime? I'd always come back. My family is calling the yard Camp Gitmo.