Mommy gave me a new bed. She won’t let me chew on it and pull the stuffing out of it. I guess that’s okay.
I was such a cute puppy.
Mommy’s foot makes the best pillow.
Now I have salad.
It’s hard work guarding Mommy from strange kitties and other weird animals. I need my sleep.
Of course we can. I was born cute.
This is me being Dumbo. Good, huh?
Mommy, what is this stuff?
It’s wet outside and I’m bored. So, Mommy gave me a toy. How fast can I chew this into little, tiny pieces?