When are we going home??

We're still here. Thelma & Louise are unpacking the boxes and telling people they're "settling in," but I don't know why because any day now the family is going to come back and won't they be mad when they see we're still here? They must be travelling. I never get to go anywhere. But that's okay because I love Brooklyn and I'd never want to leave. There's all that grass in Prospect Park and the bagel shops and the nice blue-haired lady at the liquor store who always gives us treats and plays with my ears. And all my friends live there.

And this place is weird: you hardly see anyone outside during the walks, much less people with dogs, and when you do, the people are yanking their dogs away from us & acting like we're going to hurt them or something. There are no kids playing outside or riding their skateboards and no doggies walking around and no great big PARK to chase the ball in. And we haven't been to day care in weeks.

Yeah, I'm ready to go home.