13/05/2019
Friends, I’ve been gone a long time. This pup is older and wiser and happier than ever. Sister and I dash around our territory like we own it. Mama says we’re neighbourhood menaces, but we’re just having a good time. We like to bark hello to all our neighbours, and one of them was kind enough to build a snack cabinet right beside our fence (Mama calls it a “rabbit hutch”).
There are many rooms in the house Daddy says we own (this pup wonders if that means Daddy peed on it; Mama says it means the bank is our landlord). The Hellhound inspects every one of them, especially the basement.
There is a pit behind the clothes-rumbling machine that I’m pretty sure is a hell-mouth. The smell of sulphur is strong. Daddy put up a gate to keep me out of the basement while he and Mama are at work, but this pup is smart, and this pup is strong. Mama is making Daddy put in a door after I broke the gate for the third time.
Till next time, friends. Hellhound over and out!
