At times, it can be tough raising the cutest dog in the world. I spoil him like crazy - and I know this, but I can't help it. It seems that every time we're out for a walk people comment on how good looking a dog he is. I know this already, so that only makes it tougher on me to NOT spoil him... which I can't do.
He sleeps in our bed with us. He looks out our front window by standing on the couch and leaning over the back of it. He barks at the mail carrier. He pout-barks when he can't get his toy or ball from under the couch or from out of his toy basket. He's a baby... and I love him. We're pretty sure he's the smartest, cutest, best dog in the world.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
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I miss Arlo...but not excessively. He's still a dog after all.
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