Hi guys, Stella here!

There weather is getting a lot nicer and I've been really having a fierce time. On Sunday it got 70 degrees. I haven't panted in at least 5 months! To be quite frank, i love the sun but i don't miss the panting part. We got to stomp around the wild streets at Saturday Market with Grandpa Charlie and Gramma Jan and i barked and waved at all the dogs we saw. My mom told the owners of the dogs that i was just waving and not being aggressive but we all know what i would do to those dogs if i had the chance, "sniff butts!" I really like to do this thing where i slide into a dogs face with my butt and then quickly twist around. Its just my quick way of saying "we cool, smell my butt". On Saint Patrick's day i went to the beach with my pets and cousins. It was amazing!!! Me and my cousins just love the feeling of sand between our toes. As soon as we get out there we race around as fast as we can playing chase. We are careful though not to touch the water because we hate being wet. The only problem i find at the beach is that there is no grass and i do NOT pee on dirt or sand for that matter. So, i discovered seaweed! Its big enough of a plant that when stumbled upon it i know i can squat and go to the bathroom. My pets and bystanders seem to think this is funny(I just dont get it). Anyways, i was tuckered out after the beach getaway and i slept all the way home in my car seat and didn't even say a word. Besides that everything is going good except i really don't like Alfredo's guitar. A few weeks ago he set it against the wall in the kitchen and it fell!!! It was really terrifying and now i just hate the damn thing. Every time i walk into the kitchen i have to walk cautiously and peep around the corner slowly to make sure it is not there. If Alfredo is holding it...."Alfredo, i hope you hear this" I will not go near him. Its not that i don't trust him but why would i trust a big wooden thing that makes loud and sudden noises. Now that I'm on the topic of Alfredo, the other day he got up in the morning and went poo as usual. I tried scratching on the bathroom door and he wouldn't let me in. Next he came out and payed no attention to me and just went onto the patio to smoke. My pet mom found me sitting in the corner in the kitchen because i did not want to move because Alfredo hurt my feelers. Ok , well thanks for letting me vent. My pet mom always tells me we have the BEST LIFE EVER.....i think we do too.

Stellaluna