My Cuz brought me this wonderful present. A cute Guy.
Almost as cute as my Dad. He played with me all day.
He rubbed my head and chased birds with me.
I asked Mom if is could keep him for my very own!
Then Dad got home from work and took my new Guy away.
I am so sad. My life is all boring now.
Mom says to quit crying, but no one will play with me.
That's not me. That is Ella. She lives with Grandpa now. Dad says she is my new Auntie. How does that work? She is French and I am German. Yea, She's Cute. I am worried Grandpa may favor her over Me. Am I still Grandpa's Purty Girl?
No! They aren't wrinkles. I wouldn't say exactly what. Mom can be sneaky with that camera. I am only FIVE. I don't have wrinkles at my age. What? How old am I in doggy years? How would I possibly know?
This is my ball. He is a very naughty ball. I really have to work hard to teach my ball to behave. He hides from me. He rolls away. I have had my ball as long as I can remember. I work on training my ball every day I can find him.