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!