Sorry I haven't blogged in a while. Did you miss me? I've been real busy being helpful by entertaining my foster brother Uba and just haven't had a minute to write.
My foster lady has been really busy putting stuff in boxes so we could move to a new house, so she asked me to play with Uba a lot. I have worked really hard keeping Uba entertained and the foster lady said I did a good job and was very helpful.
Sometimes I even helped Lulu with her job, which is making sure all the beds at the new house work properly. Lulu's job is a lot more relaxing than my job.
One day, nice people came and took all the boxes to the new house and we got in the car and followed. Now the foster lady has taken the stuff out of the boxes and she says I have to go back to my real job of getting ready for my forever people. My real job is pretty hard.
I don't understand this "down" thing that Uba is doing in this picture. I'm short enough already. Why would I want to get even further away from the treats? Can't I just play with Uba instead?