Mom's Day

I'm glad J has her kids. One kid called and gave her a warm fuzzy last night. I don't think she even knew it was Mom's Day. But J liked talking to her. So that was good.

Because otherwise, yesterday didn't end up being a happy day. When J gets upset, I get upset. I don't think I'm gonna let anyone get too close to her anymore. Something's going on and I need to pay attention.

Even the kid's on dog-watch. She was chasing J around with a little box that sounded like J when she hit a button. So she made J scream and then kept making the box do that afterward. I didn't like it. At all. J made her stop turning the thing on inside the apartment. I REALLY didn't like it.

The kid made J breakfast--good kid. Then they talked a lot. Then they turned their machines on and talked some more while they typed into 'em. So most of the day was okay. But I think we're doing something later that J's not too happy about. She keeps telling the kid that she might as well get it over with. I don't like the sound of that, but I'll be there.

Dog on the job. J's never alone, I'm always here for her. She knows it, too. And she lets me know she appreciates it. Good thing, because if I can't see her--well, that's just not going to happen. I'd get growly. People wouldn't like me when I'm growly.

I'm sure everything will be just fine. So maybe it's Mother's Day. But it's J Day for me every day.

Cosmo