Bye Different Lady
If I close my eyes and concentrate, I can actually hear the grass grow

Moving Mantra

I pant like a steam engine
When I ride in the moving bed
So many noises and smells
I live in the moment
The other lady smells familiar
My food and bedding is always the same
I like the old man and his sounds, he pets me well
My people are here
Now I have a new home to learn
Pleasing my own is important
Treats are always tasty