Hi, Bree here. Mom is lying down right now, so I thought I’d write about my adventure.
‘Lie down’ is something she asks me do on occasion. When the devil takes me I play dumb, and give her my foot instead. “Not a shake” she says. But since she shows her happy face when she says it, I don’t think I’m in too much trouble.

I know lots of English, though my humans haven’t taken the time to learn any of my barks. My favorite words are ‘cookie’, ‘good’ and ‘ball’. Everything else just means I need to do stuff.
Cookie.
Sorry, that just slips out from time to time.
Ball.
Like that. Mom says I’m still a baby and that’s why I can’t concentrate, but if I’m old enough to ride in the truck and sleep in bed with Mom and Dad, I think I’m more than just a puppy. Geez.

Word to the wise: beware of spain. Mom took me there one day and then took off, leaving me! That was a first, and I was pretty nervous.
Everything at the strange house in spain was going along okay until I was abducted by aliens. One moment I was trying to wriggle away from some people dressed in green, and the next thing I remember is waking up in a strange crate. Something was wrong with my stomach; I must have been probed! I counted my nipples and thanked doG my people came to get me before the aliens could do any further experiments.

Today, while it was raining cats and dogs, Mom took me back to the strange house in spain. That woman comes up with the strangest things; there were no dogs falling from the sky… but there must have been plenty of cats coming down because there were five of ‘em in the strange house! That made me tingle all over. I love kitties. I love to put my paws on their heads to hold them down while I lick their faces. It makes me happy and my tail wags.
The rain cats in spain didn’t take too well to my methods, though. Mom said “restrict your terrorist activities to home base, Bree”. Oh, well.
Ball!
Ball!
Ball!

The people in spain must have felt sorry for me, because they removed some of the alien material left behind from the probing. It felt really, really good to have that stuff gone and I thanked them properly by jumping up on them and wagging my tail. Luckily, they understood.

I’m hoping I don’t have to go back to the strange house in spain any time soon.
Where’s my kittie?
Cookie!!!!