Sometime before Turkey Day, and after a looooong car ride, we got to the Popstar’s new home. You see, they moved a couple of months ago to Petaluma, a small town just north of San Francisco. I thought it was pretty nice, especially when we went for a walk.
I got to see sheep
And more sheep!
I turned 6-years-old (for real, this time) and the Popstar and I had a party, along with cake and more presents! She’s really good at telling me to sit. I wait, like I’ve been taught, but then she says “OK” and it’s gone in a flash.
One day, she fell and hurt her head. I knew just what to do–we sat on the couch together and watched Ratatouille. I wonder if mice are like squirrels? I was ready for action.
Mom found a little dog park where I could go run–it sure wasn’t 1000 Acres–but it worked.
I told Mom we should move to this place, and do you know what she said??? We are!! Probably in a few months.
I was soooooo happy!!!