Ma yells a lot. I think she is what they call “hysterical”.  She has crazy hair and walks on two legs most of the time. She has a PhD in something about humans. It’s a long word. Moosedog don’t care as long as she keeps typing my blogs and stops whining about “free time”.

She says she’s a “dog person” but she lets Michael J Foxx, the horrible cat, live here anyway. She always remembers to feed me (except that one time) and we sneak off into the guessed room together in the middle of the night to snuggle. Ma is very good at taking acorn shells and rock salt out from between my toes and takes me on the slide at the park with her.