Skipper won't let go of the blankets despite Gracie's demands. He was on a roll today, trying to make his fort in the sofa. He'd been working on it all morning, but it wasn't until now that Grace had figured out what he'd been doing…

Skipper would not stop asking me for help. I wasn't about to do that, I was far too busy basking in the sunny window. I already had my favorite setup and everything, so nothing was going to move me from my lazy spot…

Skipper has the strangest new habit that is definitely going to get him in the big trouble. It's only a matter of time before Gracie finds out what he's been doing…

How dare you call me a little froggy!" Skipper yipped in my face. I know I called him a tiny doggy, but he's utterly convinced that I have in some way insulted him…

Skipper is determined to get that fly this time. I've been warning him over and over, but he never listens. He just keeps on knocking everything over, the flowers, the books, and even the pile of fresh laundry I was going to nap on are all over the floor now…

Skipper was stepping on my tail again, a thing he knows makes me upset. I growled at him to stop, but he just danced around and tried to nibble my tail instead…

Skipper won't stop dancing now. He just found out that he can get all the attention by pattering his paws around to Gracie's music, and now he can't get enough…

We did it! We finally did it! Skipper and I have been working on this all morning long…

I had my fluffy fort and I was going to defend it to the last bark…

I wasn't too happy about this. It had all started out fun this morning, with the playing and the wrestling and the breakfast stuff…

Gracie was watering her new plants that she'd found outside. It's a little odd that she'd bring such things inside, but she seems to think that they're pets or something. I've never heard of a plant being a "good boy" or barking in the middle of the night or any sort of fun things. It just sits there and…