I don't know what is wrong with Fred but he is in big trouble. I mean big. Fred didn't want to go into his crate today and made mommy late for work. He ran away from her and hid. She was upset with him and he knew it.

I was a good girl, I knew better than to mess with mommy. All I want is food, shelter and love. I spent most of my life running from people. So I know how she feels. So, I just acquiesced and went inside of my crate. (you didn't know that I knew such big words huh?) Anyhow, Fred, wasn't being a good boy. I told him so when mommy left.

This afternoon, mommy came home as usual and she wasn't mad or anything, she let us outside to sunbathe and when it was time for her to leave, Fred still didn't want to go into his crate. Mommy said ok and put him in the room so that he can think about what he did. However, I was left alone to hang out by myself. I did miss Fred a lot but I understand that mommy has rules for us during the day so that we won't get hurt and Fred didn't care.

I hope Fred is not acting up because I laid in his bed. He is kinda picky and he doesn't like me messing with his stuff. I know that it's time for another bath but I hope I don't smell that bad.

Boys.

Nikki.