The Man at the entrance was very nice, and told Mom that Jazz and I could go inside. Which brings us up to where I started to go earlier. We eventually came to a really big hotel room with only one bed, which Mom called an apartment. We were there for a whole Month, so I was pretty sure we were going to stay, but Jazz said I was wrong, because none of our stuff was there. Jazz and I are getting very good at running up and down them.
Jazz tries to go up to the top in one big leap, but goes down one step at a time.
I like to go part way down and launch myself the rest of the way. Mom says we are going to have a Dog door again, but not until Spring when she lays sod, whatever that is. For Christmas, Jazz and I made 4 dozen home baked Dog Cookies and cut them into the shape of bones. I look quite stunning if I do say so myself. They let us smell two Bunnies up close.