Gran and Papa have given me a new nickname: Mowgli. You remember Mowgli from "The Jungle Book" who grew up thinking he was a wolf, right? Well, they think I believe I am a dog. Frankly, I think it is too harsh of a moniker. Just because I like to look out the door, crawl around on all fours, and have a new fascination with collars doesn't mean I think I'm a doggie.
Mommy says the evidence, however, is pretty damning:
- She caught me licking the window the other day just like Winston and W do.
- Every day, I challenge mommy to a contest to see who can make it to Winston and W's water bowl. Today, I actually beat her and celebrated by splashing their water everywhere.
- Leashes taste good, especially the shiny part that hooks on to those collars I want so badly.
- My first non-"mama" or "dada" word: "Dudya," which is what I call my furry brothers (It sounds like W, but I call Winston "Dudya" as well.)
Hanging with the Dudyas
Hi Thatcher! I'm glad you are getting to know the animal world! As for the Christmas tree ornamemtsI think you are much too smart to eat one of them like your Gran did when she was little. She has gotten a lot smarter now!You and the Dudyas have a Great Day. Just don't drink their water!
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