Lists

I think I need to start making lists to keep straight what's mine and not mine. It's so complicated.

Mine: The Xpen. That's definitely mine.
Not Mine: The basement. They won't let me down there alone, and when I use the room that no one uses for a bathroom, they don't like it. So I guess it's not mine.

Mine: The hedgehog, the pig-on-a-rope, the cow, and the dogiraffe.
Not Mine: The awesome teddy bear that smells like the Mom-lady and the Dad-man. And bras aren't mine either, no matter how much fun they are to play with.

Mine: Kibble, rawhides, cookies from the secret cupboard, and treats from the red bag.
Not Mine: Anything from the other side of the secret cupboard. That sucks. The tortilla chips smell (and sound!) good.

Mine: The Kraft peanut butter.
Not Mine: The other peanut butter that's in the fridge.

Mine: The backyard. I can go wherever I want!
Not Mine: The route we take for walks. Even though I tell them I want to go in this direction, they don't seem to listen.

Some things I'm still not sure about. Like the cork coasters. They didn't say anything about the one I brought up to the bedroom and nibbled on, but the one I took to my Xpen later they took back. So that's still up in the air. The blankets on the floor are mine, except maybe the green one that's folded underneath the end table there, so I'm still figuring that one out.

We've had a few guests the last few weeks! So many people to meet! And they all pet me. And the Dad-man plays with me sometimes (when I feel like it). I'm still adjusting, but I'm starting to like it here.