(Please note the following is actually written in Russian)

I now have a dog. I have been taking care of it for a few days but I will admit I did not expect to really let it out. The dog is small, I think a corgi. It answers to Alexei, which amuses me. Dmitri would likely be as amused as I to find a dog that has a Russian name. It was on his tags. Wheels told me to bring his toys. I got it’s leash, food bowls and now its gear is in my own bag. It likes the squeaky bone the best.

I noticed it a few days ago, in one of the more run down houses. It couldn’t get out. I’ve been feeding it via the mail slot. So at least it associates me with food for now. He. I mean. Its a boy dog. Obviously. I picked the lock and it barked. There were three walkers, its people. I killed them. It wasn’t hard. Two old zombies and a sort of… youngish looking one. They weren’t that far into it. I think maybe a week or so. The dog ate into it’s dog food bag, crapped everywhere, and I think lived out of the toilet water which was very gross. I gave it fresh water and food. The dog food was mostly gone but I have the last of it. Tiny dog, fifty pounds of dog food. It saved him.

He likes it when I crouch down and put my hand on his head. He hasn’t tried to bite me but does growl a little when I hold my bat downward. I think we’ll be okay. Hopefully he likes Taylor.

I think I’ll have to get Wheels a steak for all her help. At least he came out right off instead of hiding. The place is so disgusting I wish I could burn it down.