Dear Dairy, this is my second day in Doggy Heaven. Aunt Loba and Uncle Zorro are at my side all the time. All the dogs walk around in small packs and are wagging their tails. Everyone is polite, so different from Earth where I often got snapped at.
Aunt Loba repeats that I am her long-lost son, but Uncle Zorro disagrees. “How would that work, she is fixed,” he whispered to me. “By the way, I am intact”. I do not know what that means, and Uncle Zorro does not want to explain. I asked if I am intact, but he changed the subject. In any case, I don’t know if Loba is my doggy Mom, but we have the same fur color and she loves me!
I noticed that Mom and Dad were eating fish today. They lamented that I was not there, how much I would have liked the scraps. Oh dear, they don’t know that Zorro, Loba and I went to a pile of dried fish and each grabbed a big cod which took us hours to finish off. (I could not finish mine, but Zorro helped). Then we slept a long time.
Everything is still very new, but I think I like this place. Mom, Dad, do not worry I am fine.
Angel Dog Diary 