Dad said some new words the other day when I found a present Mom had left on the living room floor. I am not sure what the trouble was, I mean I innocently got everything out of the crinkly noise making thing and then tried to break up all the chips that came out so they would not be as noticeable on the carpet.
Everyone tells me I am so cute so why does the striped furry thing not want to play? I mean I try and try to be friends. What better way to be friends with someone than to put their ear in your mouth? Look at her face: utter indifference.
I don't care. I'm not going to give up:
















