I’m keeping to myself today.

He was just talking to Mommy in the Out There. He said I was having a Greta Garbo day. I don’t know who that is, but I don’t like it. They watch that football and Mommy yells. Loud. The Boss watches things that have barking, screaming, and running too slow through the woods if you want to get away. They think I don’t see, but I do. I see everything.

And the Boss is not happy, which makes me not happy. He looks at things all day and he hurts. I feel it. I’m not somebody else. I’m Raebert. And my Boss hurts.

Who is Greta Garbo?

Not me. I’m Raebert and he doesn’t want me on his lap most times. It’s not right. Something’s not right.

I’m not happy. Is that wrong?