Foster moms are great. They love you and treat you like their own. My foster mom is as sick as dog (where do they get that saying anyways? I feel great). So, this is what we did. All day yesterday. She says I was just what the doctored ordered.
Tuesday, November 15, 2011
So I want to share these with you because they are so cute. But I don't want you to get the wrong idea. I mean, I like Minnie and Ellery. They're okay. But they aren't all that and a bag of chips. You are probably all that, a bag of chips, and a diet coke so I'd much prefer to cuddle with you. I'll just use, abuse, and lay on them while I have to be here. So, adopt me, okay?!?! I am getting impatient.
Sunday, November 13, 2011
I think I am growing up. I am going to be a big boy soon. My mom says she knows this because I have grown some flubbs. What is flubbs? You know, flubbly-jubbly? Lip smacking lips? Extra mouth flaps? I've been developing some nice flubbs. I use my flubbs to chew toys, stash extra food in there for later, and give some wet kisses. WET KISSES!