Brat realized that I have become manic
depressive and was extra nice to me today. We played chases in
the garden all afternoon and, when Brutus barked at me, Brat
threw a big branch at him. The silly mut brought the stick back
and Brat threw it at him dozens of times. Unfortunately Brat has
a poor aim and didnít hit Brutus once.
Brat-2 is getting bigger by the day and is
now eating food that looks exactly the same as mine. I tasted it
and itís vile (itís just like tomato and carrot puree -
disgusting! - no wonder Brat-2 cries all the time). But Iím so
depressed I finished off a bowlful anyway.