Captain's Log, still trying to figure out the date but don't really care anymore.
My Dodgy senses are tingling. I have been spying on the Food Provider's Baby Carrier (aka Heather) and I have been testing my theory.
Theory: Paul, Suzanne and the boys are on their way. FPBC is willing to do whatever it takes so that they come.
Test: I pooped on the porch.
Results: FPBC cleaned it up and then proceeded to take me on a walk.
Possible next test ideas: crawl in bed with her and insist that she cuddle me, demand that she make me sausage rolls by herding her into the kitchen, bark at the garbage truck until she gives me a treat to hush me up. Stay tuned.
Dodge out.
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