
Moustache Pete, he shows me the way. He's been my pal for a long time. Except he's outside most of the time, and She stopped letting me outside after that one day. (I was having a good time, even went into the woods for the first time--this was before the Thing. I thought maybe I heard Her calling me, but it was so windy, I wasn't sure, but then there She was, and She squeezed me so hard. I didn't go outside again until the first time She put the Thing on my neck.)
Anyway, Moustache Pete and me, we hang out. Everybody follows us around. Except Sassy. She's rude. Except when we're inside, she's nice to me.
Yesterday I went into the woods again. I found a big patch of flowers and just sat for a while. Then I heard The Beeping. Then there She was, but she didn't squeeze me. She called me Good Girl and I followed Her into the garden, but then She let me stay outside.
I think I'll go lay on the porch now.
(She says: See Gopher videos here.)
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