My daddy is awesome…most of the time. He keeps me in food and water…after I tell him the bowl is low or the food dish has only crumbs in it. He keeps talking about this thing called a “dye-it.” It doesnt sound pleasant, and I don’t think I will like it. Here is hoping he forgets that idea.
He plays with me…but seems to think play does not mean lying in my back batting at the toy from a far, and makes me get up to play.
I love him!