Dear The Internets,
Today was not a good day. First, My Momma had to take the Littlest Kid to see DocVee. I dunno what DocVee is, but when they came home, the Littlest Kid had a sore arm and My Momma said he had to get Shot. I know what Shot is; my friend Rocky who used to live next door went hunting with his People sometimes and he said that Shot is what happens when People point a big stick at other animals and make it go BANG and then the animal they pointed it all falls down dead. Rocky said that the first coupla times he was real scared that his People would point the stick at him, but they never ever did and once he got used to the BANG it was ok and he wasn't afraid no more. So I'm guessing that they musta just used a wee little stick on the Littlest Kid because he's not dead. I wonder if it getting Shot was because of his Biters? Anyway.
Today is NOT a good day, The Internets, Because I is in Trouble. When the Littlest Kid and My Momma went to DocVee I got real worried about them and went to look out of My window by the door so's I could see them as soon as they came home. My Dave stayed home with me, but I was still real worried about them......and when I get worried, I like to chew. Well, before I knew it, I had chewed the wood on the corner of the window. It had somehow founded it's way into my mouth and it felt real good on my Biters and I chewed it. My Dave didn't see it, but My Momma did when she got home. She said OH!!!!!!!!!! and then she looked at me and pointed at the window and said Graciewhatdidyoudo?!!Younaughtynaughtygurl!! and My Dave went to see it and then he said I was naughtydawg too and it made me sad so I got under the table and cried. I was under there all morning, crying. My Dave left and I think it may be my fault and I don't know if he's coming back and if he doesn't it will be all my fault because I chewed! My Momma says that he will come back and that I shouldn't worry, but I don't know if he will and I'm worrying about it. I keep looking out the front window and then the back window to see if I can see him. I hope that My Dave comes home so I can tell him that I'm real sorry for chewing because I am sorry. REAL sorry.
Oh! My Momma's ringything just sounded and she talked into it and My Dave's voice came out of it and said to me Gracie I'llbehomeinawhile. So, I didn't make him run away like my friend Rocky did when his People were mad with him for pooping in the house. I'm feeling much better now, The Internets! I'm going to go to the window to look for My Dave so's I can tell him how sorry I am as soon as I see him.
Yay! My Dave is coming home!