This is one of two new stuffed toys Dizzy and I got for Christmas. At least, this is what it used to look like, Christmas morning. I got it open in about five minutes and began digging out the stuffing, so Grandma took it away. Spoilsport!
Boy is there a lot of snow out there! If I go beyond the path we've beaten out into the backyard, my legs sink in until my pink belly touches the cold, cold white stuff. Brrrr!
This morning Mommy Megan gave me a tennis ball, so I am running around trying to find someone to throw it for me. Dizzy follows, but she's never really figured out just how important balls are. This one is mine! All mine! I hope no one ever takes it away from me. I can growl at it and it doesn't growl back. I can bat it with a paw and it runs away from me. I can grab it tightly with my teeth and it doesn't yelp. I love this ball. I know it is an old ball because I can still smell Papa on it, but now it's mine, all mine!
I think our mommies leave later today. We'll miss them. They say they are taking a very long plane ride and that we would not want to travel with them. No chance to pee or poop for fifteen hours. That's too long. Grandpa promises we can use this blog to write them so they can see how well we are doing. I hope they can find a way to sign in to see us.
Dizzy really wants her turn to write, so maybe I'll let her write tomorrow.
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