Sandwiched between mommy & daddy on the sit box in the out room. One of them looking at the big picture box across the room and the other looking at a smaller picture box in one hand. I guess humans enjoy doing nothing but stare at pictures. They do that for hours without talking. Sometimes I feel their feelings fluctuate & it's really fascinating to witness that. The only interesting thing about the picture box is how it makes amusing sounds. But what is sound that doesn't follow a scent? I know! Nothing!

Half of our out room is dedicated to deliciousness. All kinds of food and treats are kept hidden in a big shiny box and a small shiny box. The big shiny box is cold inside. I am only allowed to smell the insides when they open it. I am surely going to get a scolding when I try to grab something. Same rule applies to the small shiny box. But this one is not cold inside but warm. And the mixture of fabulous scents, more inviting, in my very honest opinion.

There is a higher ground where they put the food from the big shiny box. Oftentimes I feel that area getting warmer and the smells would change. I don't know why they do this. It prolongs the agony? Human ceremony perhaps?

Sometimes while daddy's playing with his food, it gets destroyed into smaller pieces and I always pray for at least one piece to land in my mouth. I like watching daddy play with his food. It's one of my favorite things to do and I'm telling you the truth! Not a lot because of the food opportunity but mostly because I'm loving it when he's happy! Makes me shiny and happy too! I'm still waiting to get invited to play with him and his food and make fantastic smells together. Ohmyjesus, that'd be the day! My stomach is grumbling whenever I dream about that!

Before I was the only one in our house that walked on four legs. And then one night, mommy & daddy brought home another one that did. They called her Strobelights. She smelled fantastic! I was all over the house trying to look at her from different angles. She was very tiny then & not like the photo above. Mommy was holding her in one hand. I felt that she was crying for someone. I felt that she was nervous. I felt that she was lost. And I wanted to tell her all about our house and I wanted her to smell my butt and I wanted to wrestle with her and I wanted to ask her about all the gossipy odours coming from all over her fur. I wanted to tell her that no one would hurt her and we just wanted to play with her. I felt the good feelings coming from mommy & daddy & me bouncing all over the house that night. I think I was overdoing the good feelings because mommy & daddy would quiet me down often.

I ask you, how could you not overdo such an overwhelming feeling of good feelings from meeting a new friend?

Life is too awesome when there's nothing to worry about and you're resting on a fake banana! I don't know what's the deal with daddy and his fake bananas? But who's got time to worry about that, right? It's so comfyzzzzz...

There are many walls in our house. Walls divide the rooms in our house. There are movable walls that will get us from one room to the next. These movable walls have tiny openings below where we can smell the other room to gather information. The room where you can find the sleep box is the inside room. I know this because when mommy shouts INSIDE! this is where we're supposed to go. The out room is the biggest room in our house where you can find a sit box, a picture box, a heat box and a shiny box where they keep all the food. We also have a water room where they shed their second skin, wet themselves and come out smelling strange. There are bad days when they carry me inside with them. Oh, the thought is giving me the quivers! The other water room is where they take their second skin to soak in water with questionable stench! Please don't ask me why because I certainly don't have answers. There's a room where I eat and pee and poop. We have a room full of skins and whatnots. Mommy and daddy like adding skins that without their scents I probably wouldn't recognize them. They are like armors against possible predators and materials used for camouflage. They add different shapes and textures onto their bodies when they're about to face the dangers of the going out.

There's an extra special movable wall in our house. Behind it is the going out. There are so many interestingly magical sounds and odors coming from the tiny opening below this special movable wall. There are wonderful days when mommy and daddy let me experience going out. My tail is making mini tornadoes just by thinking about it!

This is our sleep box. This is where sometimes I'm allowed to stay and sleep and sometimes not. There's no way of telling how they decide but I'm always hoping for the best because a pack should always stay and sleep together. They protect each other from dangers like predators! I like to stay by my daddy's feet so I can keep a lookout for hyenas or cockroaches! God, I hate hyenas! Although I'm not so sure why because I haven't even seen one but I'm always ready to keep my family safe. But daddy is more afraid of the littlest of creatures. How bizarre!

That's mommy in the photograph, by the way. I don't know why or when we started calling him that. Daddy was the one who took the picture. Sometimes they call each other bebs. When other humans are around they call mommy Paulo and call daddy Jujiin. Don't ask me why they have so many names. Humans like to complicate things. That's what they do. They do not understand that the scent is all you need to identify each other. It holds all the information that is beyond any name.

Oh, before I forget! Strobelights and Blanket are in the sleep box photograph too! So there, you've met my family! But not quite entirely yet because you've got to smell our butts too!

Have you ever wanted something sooo terribly bad that you just can't help but rest your snout against any flat object?

There are times when they like to put their second skin on me too. Sometimes it means we're going out for a walk. Sometimes it means other people are coming. Sometimes it means nothing.

I don't know why they do this because it's very uncomfortable but they seem to like it very much when I look funny. The more I show unwillingness the more they laugh. Sometimes I just let them but they stop when I don't react. So sometimes I pretend I don't like it so that they stay happy and they spend more time with me. I like it so much when I give them joy. Even in the weirdest of ways. I mean, it's easier to just have a walk outside, right?

I don't like the photos because I look stupid. I should've taken photos of their laughing faces instead. Ah, now those are beautiful!

And by the way, who invented a fake banana? Why does it even exist?

There are many days when daddy comes home and his legs have this unbelievable deliciousness. Those times he always looks exhausted. Where does he go to marinate his legs in salt? More importantly, why does he do it? I always ask the same questions in my head while I follow him around and licking his legs. Sometimes he shushes me. Sometimes he allows me. I'm happier when he allows me because they're just so tasty. I wonder why he doesn't taste them himself. I love this guy because he's so weird.

He will then shed his second skin and will go into the water room.

He will then go into the sleep room wearing new skin and will spend time poking a tray that shows pictures. He will always look bored but he keeps doing it anyway. I will ninja my way up on the sleep box. Sometimes he allows me. Sometimes I will hear the word DOWN! Sometimes I will accept defeat. Sometimes I will lick his feet. Because sometimes when I do I get to stay on the sleep box. But sometimes I will hear him say, "That's not your ticket to stay on the bed! DOWN!" I don't like that yucky word. But this time he lets me stay. I give my legs a good stretch. A grunt comes out.

He looks at me.

I look at him.
I hope I don't hear that word!

He puts the tray down. He lies beside me. He puts his one arm around me. I can feel his air against my ear.

I like quiet moments like this. No down. So I look at him and lick his face. He says, "Ambaho!"

I love you too!