Wednesday, March 30, 2005
The day after the horrible fight, my mom and Callie's mom watched what they called a dvd. It was all about a dog named Skip. He got to do all kinds of things that I am forbidden to do, such as drinking out of the toilet, going inside the grocery store to receive treats, and running loose outside. Throughout the whole thing they were either making giggling sounds or their eyes were running like faucets. Mom said she couldn't bear to see the end because it makes her eyes and nose leak really bad, so she left the room. I can't understand how they can look at life through a big box for so long. I'd rather be outside and watch the world go by that way.
Posted by Gail Dixon at 4:37 PM