I feels bad for Fat Piper. There many booms in the sky, and she even more ascared of them than me. But I wear Thunder-shirt when there booms, and I feel better. Piper not like to wear clothes, so Grandma gives her one of her ank-ziety medicines. And Piper say, “Lucy I feel so high, I doesn’t know where mah toes are” but she nice to me all night.
But after mah barf, I still feels sick. So I makes Mommy and Daddy sit with me and pet me and let me sit on their laps. And I makes throw up noises until 4 in the morning until I finally falls asleep. Last night were not good night. I think I gonna sleep all days today.