I think I have a pretty good life. I have a big brother who, despite being young and annoying, will always have my back if needed. My mom takes me for walks whenever I want to go. Dad lends his lap to me every night.
Sometimes mom takes me for rides in the car. They usually lead to my Aunt Betsy for a nail trim and/or bath, but sometimes that means that I get a surprise visit from Uncle Swen (I LOVE Uncle Swen). Other car rides lead to the treat store, mom’s workplace or my favorite place, Grandma’s.
I get breakfast first thing in the morning and when mom gets home from work at night. I get treats whenever Moby gets back from a walk. Sometimes Moby lets me clean up after his Kong Wobbler dinner (he can’t get in the small spots where kibble ends up).
I have a pretty good life. Sometimes I am sad to hear that my siblings didn’t always have it as good as I have – dad got me when I was just a baby. He met my parents and everything (I’m from Rincon, GA). I had a good home then, but I’m really glad that dad picked me. Or maybe I picked him. Either way, I’m happy!