Are you ready? Be afraid... here's what I sound like when I chase after my baby...
Deal Breaker
15 years ago
I'm a little rescued dog. I have friends. I get into trouble. I sit pretty. ...and now I have a brother...
I have a toy basket as you know, filled with things I love like my Baby, Best Friend, Monkey, and others. The red thing is a slipper that I coveted for so long that finally it became mine. There's also Tan Ball that fits in my mouth perfectly, and the remains of an orange Stunt Pilot Plane that I ripped open to find the delicious inside squeak. But none of these compare to my favorite thing in the world, called a Bully Stick. I can chew on that thing for hours and hours. Funny how it's given to me when people get tired of throwing the ball or playing tug with me...
I know it's a little hard to see this picture but let me explain what's going on: The dog on the left is Homer, and the white dog on the right is Gizmo (smelling my tummy). I am upside-down in the middle and having a ball with my boyfriends at Day Care. We are the Terrible Threesome and get into all sorts of trouble. I think maybe I get into the most trouble because from time to time I get put into the "room" away from the other dogs and people until I behave. Either that or they think I'm so cute and can't handle being away from me.
So at the end of October, there are these big orange balls that I saw everywhere. After trying to play with them and being bitterly disappointed that they didn't bounce, I got to sample the insides of one of them. I REALLY loved it, and kept trying to sneak in and eat the seeds and guts. Afterwards they were carved and lit up and I still tried to eat them. Seems like I'm always being banned from fun things...