Dillon, day 79 of my life in DC!

People always ask me “Hey Dill, how do you come up with your daily posts?” Well, I’m glad you asked. The truth is, it’s a laborious process of thinking about my daily activities and then plotting out an outline that fully covers the feeling and context of my daily life. I really struggle to capture the essence of my new life in the DC area.
Nah, what a load. I just get to mid-evening and relax for a few minutes. Then, I just write down the silly crap that goes on around here every day. Seriously, these people are warped. All I have to do is write it down. Micky munching down a mole, playing with my neighborhood buddies, it’s easy.
Part of the reason it’s easy is that my family does their best to keep me busy. I was about to say entertained, but the truth is, they just do their usual routine and I love it. I’m very social, so I try to stay involved in everything they do. (Just ask them how irritated I get when they shut the bathroom door on me.)
Even Micky has finally warmed up to me. She was wrestling with me for a little bit this morning and always wants to snooze near me on cold days. I’ve gotta say that 2016 has been a pretty decent year. It started out a little shaky in the shelter, but then Terry came along and rescued me. After that, I got a LOOONNNGGG car ride up to the DC area and I got my new family and new home. My first Christmas season has been pretty good and with New Year’s right around the corner, I’m looking forward to what comes next. Dad says sod in the backyard comes next, but I think he was just pissy because I had dirty feet.
Micky keeps telling me about car rides with Dad to go take pictures in the spring and that sounds wonderful. Maybe by then, they’ll let me ride with a seatbelt instead of a crate, but who cares as long as I get to go. Mom is always going on about this thing call the “Rat Jam,” but I’m not sure what that is. She mentioned that she wants to camp. I have NO idea what camping means. Dad says it’s sleeping outside in the cold and fending for ourselves, but I know he’s just screwing with me. Mom would never make me sleep outside. Micky maybe, but not me. She says I’m the baby and need to be watched after.
Speaking of leaving Micky outside. Today, we all came back inside from the backyard except Micky. She was sitting down on the last patch of grass, chewing on acorns or something, and didn’t realize that we had all gone inside. Mom got busy doing things and Dad was working in the office. I was drifting back and forth between them. Then, when Mom was working on her computer, she heard a tap, tap, tap on the door. At first she didn’t know what the noise was and then realized it was Micky at the back door. I could have died; the little stinker wanted back in and nobody was paying attention. The only thing that would have made it better is if it was still cold outside. No such luck today. It was almost 70 degrees today. Bummer.
Well, that’s how I come up with my daily posts.

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