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Chapter 2: Moving Around, aka "Greg"
During that time I moved around a lot, and met a lot of people. It wasn't as comfy as home, but I'm not complaining. I ate, I slept, I was walked. I tried being a good boy, but mom still didn't come back.
I wonder if she got lost. I never found out, though.
"Hey mom, how about this one?!"
His name was Greg. He smelled kind of nice and paid attention to me. I barked and wagged my tail a lot. I thought he looked fun, and I guess he thought the same about me, too, because we became fast friends. Even if his mom didn't like me at first.
I live with his family now. Everything has new scents and it's really exciting! I'm still a good boy, though. Greg's mom was really happy when she saw I don't chew on shoes. I guess all two-legged females really care about those things, huh. I'll never understand that.
Greg and I get along great! He's my best friend. I think I like him about as much as I did mom? But it's different because we're "pals", is what he keeps saying. "Buddy", he calls me. It means we're part of the same pack, so we play a lot and "hang out".
But not always. Sometimes he stays inside in front of those big glowing screens. I don't get that. It doesn't smell like anything and is just a grey blur, what's the point?
It gives me time to nap, though, so I'm not complaining.
I nap a lot, really, which in a way is boring. Greg's mom has no time for me, and Greg and his dad are barely home. But when they are, and not glued to the light-boxes? Oh, boy!
And they have a yard! I never had a yard before! My own yard! And it's huuuuuge! Well, it's not the park, but it's really, really great! They throw stuff for me to fetch, and Greg's teaching me how to play with this big ball called a 'basketball'. I can't pick it up in my mouth, though, it's so frustrating!
One time, it ran into me. It really hurt! I don't think I like basketballs. Tennis balls are much better, yep!
Greg has a lot of friends other than me, but I don't mind because we all play together. They pass the ball around and let me chase it, but some of them are really mean - they don't really throw the ball! There should be rules against that. Greg always talks about rules when playing, I wonder what they are.
I know I said we have a yard, but sometimes they don't let me out there. On days like that, we go to the park. I don't think it's the same park I've been to, but it's a good park. I approve of this park. Greg always seems to be really into it when he plays with me here, and pays a lot of attention to me.
He's not the only one, either! Every time we go there, we end up being surrounded by "chicks". They say I'm cute and want to pat me, and then talk to Greg for a while. Greg really likes this part, and I do too because he picks me up and sounds real proud when he talks about me. I really do try to behave during this part - there's this stand nearby that sells "hotdogs", see… I don't care much for the name, they're just yummy, and I share it with Greg so it's even better.
Greg always says, after a trip to the park, that I'm his best partner and pall. That together, we're invincible! Whatever that means, it sounds good. He smiles really widely whenever he says this so I know he means it. And it's great because he's my best friend, too.
Living together with Greg and his family like this… "Man", I sure hope this lasts!