pooper-scooper business.
Hereâs what Iâve been thinking: Most dogs are trainable and protective and loyal and friendly and fun to take on walks (which is good). But when you take your dog on a walk, you have to take a plastic bag with you and deal with the doody (not good). Youâre expected to just stand there while your dog is crouching and straining as though itâs nothing. And neither you, nor your dog, are supposed to act embarrassed even though youâre in public. If your dog has diarrhea, youâre still supposed to clean it up. And if thereâs no garbage can in sight, well, youâre supposed to just carry the P-O-O-P (or diarrhea!) around in your plastic bag until you find one.
Yuck!!
I think cats are more dignifiedâbut then, Iâm more of a cat person than a dog person.
Ava, Cat Person Kid
P.S. I was brushing my teeth and left the water running. Taco jumped up, stuck his head under the faucet, and starting lapping at the water. It was cute. But it was not dignified!
P.P.S. Iâll admit that if a stranger wanted to break into your house, a dog might be a handier pet than a cat. Like, there are watchdogs , but no watchcats . A dog might also be handier if you accidentally spilled food on the floor.
1/9
Saturday N-O-O-N
Dear Diary,
Dad made a big Irish breakfast: eggs, bacon, sausage, baked beans, mushrooms, tomatoes, and scones.
I asked Maybelle to come over, but she had âstuff to do.â She said I should come over Monday after school.
Monday feels far away, but I said, âOkay,â and decided that thatâs when Iâd ask her what Zara has been saying about me.
Mom just took clean clothes out of the dryer to fold, and when the laundry pile was all toasty warm, Taco hopped on top and settled in with his legs tucked under him. He looked like a hen sitting on eggs and seemed pleased with himself.
Mom and I smiled as if we were sharing an inside joke. I was glad Mom didnât shoo Taco away or make a remark about cat fur on clean clothes. She even turned to Taco and said in a sing-songy voice Iâd never heard before, âAre you finally making yourself at home? Yes, you are. Yes, you are.â
It was sweet, to tell you the truth.
Ava and Taco at Home
1/10
Dear Diary,
Dad and I were making Sunday sundaes, and I told him I wished Taco would jump on my bed and snuggle with me and purr.
Dad said, âBe patient. Rome wasnât built in a day.â
I was about to ask, âHow many days was it built in?â but instead said, âHeâs had ten days!â
âAnd he is warming up to us,â Dad pointed out. We both looked at Taco. Heâd found a patch of sunshine on the kitchen floor and was grooming himself: licking his five-toed paws and âbrushingâ his mismatched ears.
He might have sensed that we were talking about him because he lifted his head and looked right at me.
âWhoâs a good boy?â I said and got on the floor and puckered up as if to give him a kiss. He sniffed my lips and sneezed a little cat sneeze. That made Dad laughâand that made Taco scamper off.
Since Maybelle was (supposedly) busy, Pip and I texted Bea to see if she wanted to come over. She texted, âCan Ben come too?â Pip liked that idea, so we texted back, âSure.â
Now Bea and Ben are both about to walk in. Pip is nervous, I can tell. She just put on lip gloss. Lip gloss! Next thing you know, sheâll be wearing eyeliner! Or cologne!
She has also been cleaning her room. She said sheâs almost done.
I said âalmostâ is an unusual word because all its letters are in alphabetical order.
I also said that my initials are in alphabetical order and hers arenât.
She said, âWho cares?â I said that if my first name were her middle name, sheâd be Pip Ava Wren and her initials would be P. A. W.âlike âpaw.â She rolled her eyes as if she had way more important
Gil Brewer
Raye Morgan
Rain Oxford
Christopher Smith
Cleo Peitsche
Antara Mann
Toria Lyons
Mairead Tuohy Duffy
Hilary Norman
Patricia Highsmith