The baby (and all her stuff) is gone. I don't know where she went. (I miss her because she was tasty if you got to lick her.) In fact, her Mom and Dad are gone too. I guess they have gone on a long trip to a place far away. Nixon is still here. Yesterday he made us chase him. He came to where Hershey and I were taking a nap and looked right at us and when we woke up, he ran away really fast. Now doesn't that sound like an invitation for us to chase him? Well, we chased him alright and cornered him in Mom's closet. I barked at him (I said, "GET OUT OF MOM'S CLOSET NIXON!") until Mom came and picked me up and made me stop. Gheesh, a dog can't even protect his Mom's stuff. I am sure he was up to no good in there.
For a little guy, Hershey can sure jump up high. Whenever Mom puts up outside, he jumps up on the glass front door to tell her he wants in. He can almost jump up to the doorknob! (But also needs a stool to jump up on the big peepol beds!) Mom has given up cleaning the glass on the front door. He does not like to be out in the yard alone and for some reason I don't count as company. He wants PEEPOL to be out there with him, preferably his Mom or his Dad. He is a really big barker but only barks when peepol he knows are nearby or he knows he is safe and not in any danger. Maybe he is just insecure away from his house. Whatever, he sure is good company. I think I'll go see if he is ready to go to bed now.