Birthday

Today was my birthday. Like my mom needed another reason to buy me stuff. Before she game me my presents she put them all in a pile and started snapping away with her little flashy box thing. She wouldn't let me have any. She eventually did let me have my stuff so I forgive her. Yeah, that little pink bunny thing isn't gonna last long. I've already started working on it. It better enjoy its ears while it can because it won't have them for much longer

After my presents, we went out for ice-cream. Oh my gosh, what did I do with my life before I discovered ice-cream. I don't know and I don't care. I just want some more.

Fetch

I love to play fetch. I could play fetch all day long if my mom would only throw the ball that long. But nooooo, she gets "tired." I think its an excuse. She is just intimidated by my skills.

I don't mean to brag or anything but I have some good form.

Yeah, I'm a fetching machine.

Get The Feet! Get The Feet!

Every night, about the same time, these feet get an attitude with me. I can just be lying there chewing on something and they start messing with me. It's ok though, I show them who's boss every time.