Robert E Lee Meets Julius Caesar

As you know (maybe not), I was in the dormitory for two weeks while Mom and Papa were in the US.

I don't understand human language, but I understand their feelings.

(Actually, I'm much better at this than Papa is.)

And I knew that Mom and Papa were having a difficult time.

So I decided when I got into Mr. K's car to go to the dormitory 

that I wouldn't cry and that I'd be a good boy.

I didn't cry and I learned to be a good boy from the other students in the school.

Now, I'll show you how good I am!

Let's go!

Papa: "Hey, let's move!, Let's cross the street."

Papa, no we can't.

It's red.

We have to wait until the signal turns green.

Heh-heh. I taught Papa that rule. That's because I'm a good boy.

Papa, you can't stare at that  girl's legs like that.

You look like you are slurping up her legs.

But Papa, I like her shoes too.

Wow, she was cool!

Mom: "Hey, both of my boys, I'm here. Do you know that?"

Yes, Mom ... but so what?

Papa: "Bobby Lee, she wants to say that she is the lady among us ..."

Aw, Mom is Mom, but Mom is ... well, I should not say any more ... I can see the feeling.

Uh oh ~.

It's a challenge time for me.

Another dog came.

I wanna play and fight as a true boy, but I won't.

Mr. K said that I can't fight.

He said that a strong man doesn't fight.

I have to calm down, calm down ...just calm down.

The guy with the dog said "It's just like a behavior contest."

I indeed agreed with him.

He is Julius Caesar (Mom: his name) ...

And I'm Colonel Robert E. Lee.

So both of us are famous generals!

But I don't fight.

Actually, I found out that Julius is a very nice guy.

I liked him a lot.

He was cool!

I knew that when I smelled him.

Mom, I'm a good boy, right?

Mom: "Yes, you are completely good. Amazing!"

So, that's it!

Let's go home.

Mom, I'll show you ... just for you, two more poses which I learned at the dormitory.

Don't cry.

OK, I'll show you the first one.

I can make myself very small ... I learned this pose in the cage.

Second one.

I'm fine when I'm tied up... not being free makes me relaxed.

It's sad, right?

That's OK, I didn't cry and I'm a good boy ...

Mom: "Well, you are a brave man, Bobby Lee."

Thank you, Mom.

Don't you want to give me some of your food after seeing my poses?

Mom: Aah ... well ... No.