This week I am exploring my boundaries. I am flummoxed why there are barriers to bassets erected in the home of E.dd and his people. I am to be trusted, really.
It is my belief that mystical things happen behind the gates. Upstairs is where they keep the bisquits, carrots, the plastic water bottles, the strawberries and frozen fruit that they won't let Ernests get to. Downstairs is where they keep the rest of the stuff that Ernests need - beds, other dogs, kibble and toys that they play with and not let Ernests play with. In one room, there are machines that they insist on peering at and lots of books, books are good for teething. One day I'll get to see these mystical places. I know I will, I will just have to wait. I'm good at that, I wait at corners all the time.
It is also cooler here. I am a happier basset for that.