if i get afraid in my dream, mom puts her hand on my belly and i can relax. i love my moms. my friend at camp, bailey, thinks he's my person. he bites on my collar and i have to follow him all around. i guess it's kind of fun. moms really like my new camp because every friday when they pick me up they say i smell soooo good. i get a bath at camp every friday and moms seem to really like that. in vermont, life is good.

this is my friend bailey.