Hi. My name is Duley. I am a dog. I don't have a home.

This is my diary.

If this is your first visit, you should start at the beginning.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

The restaurant

Sadie and I went by this restaurant today. We talked to the dog inside. She was very friendly so I think the sign is a joke. But the gate made it so we couldn't go inside ourselves.

We wandered around the block, to the other side, and we saw where the restaurant people kept their trash cans. They didn't always put the lids on tightly. My people used to tell me not to knock over the trash can in front of our house, so I felt a little scared and like I was doing something wrong when I tried to get that lid off. But I really wanted to find the food in there that smelled so good.

I was glad that I did. There was so much food and some of it was so fresh and good! There was spaghetti and there were buns and some bones and bits of meat. We just ate and ate until somebody came out of the restaurant, wearing a white apron, and yelled at us. We were full then anyway so it wasn't so bad.

After that we hunted for a quiet place to lie down. There was a little dark place on the side of a building, not far from the restaurant, that had some bushes near it. When we lay next to the building the bushes were between us and the alley. Nobody could see us without looking really hard. So we felt safe and we fell asleep. It was a good place because we knew we could go back to that restaurant when we woke up and were hungry again.

photo by jylcat