I may look like a dog,
But I'm not.
I'm a human. I just have a condition.
My best friend Dempsey is moving away to become a New Yorker. I'm going to miss him. He told Basher (my annoying little not-brother) what's what, and Bash would actually listen to him. He never listens to me.
My other house-mate, Connery, is ok. He can be a little annoying too, but only I get the front seat in the car.
Mom does Cattle Dog Rescue. We're fostering a dog named Quilla (that's short for Taquilla). He's Basher's older brother. Litter the year before his, I guess. He's even more annoying than Basher is.
They're all such DOGS.
The cats treat me pretty well. All three of them. Well, Reddy's kinda mean, but she's sixteen, so mom says she can get away with it. Wash and Chaeli (that's pronounced Kaylee) both like to snuggle with me, so that's good.
All in all, I have a pretty good life here.
Now if only I had thumbs, maybe people would start treating me like the human I am.
