This is Kajsa. I am the dog mom writes about sometimes. My mom is feeling depressed now and she can`t do anything. I said I could write instead of her for once. Honestly I didn`t say that I secretly decided to do that. My mom says I bark a lot and I thought I would bark some in this blog.

I`m five years old. I`m almost older than my mom when I count my age in human years. My mom hopes every birthday will make me calmer but it doesn`t. I`m a crazy dog and we keep our crazy the whole life. We bark and run around. Terriers are crazy.

I can be calm sometimes.

I have begun to run away, I said I was crazy. When my mom leaves the front door open without looking I run. I run down to the apartment building`s frontdoor and if that`s open too, freedom! Usually it`s not open and that makes me feel freedom is near but far away! You know what I mean. I can smell the air outside but a door is in my way. My mom says I will give her a heartattack some day.

I love footballs. I could chase footballs, or soccer balls, all day. I don`t care about anything when I play with one. I can play with balls both big and small. I don`t get to play with little balls anymore because my mom says I won`t let go of them. I don`t care big balls makes me happy anyway.

This dog has things to do now. I have to leave you with these thoughts. Life is better when you`re crazy.