Friday, July 5, 2013
Trigger
So mom has this man friend. He comes to the house A LOT, like a few times a week. I really really like him. He pets me and wrestles with me. He'll play tug of war. Basically he's really fun, but sometimes when he's over I get kicked off the couch and have to lay on the floor while they snuggle and stuff. I don't think that's fair. Occasionally when he comes over or we go to the dog park with him, he brings his dog. He's a pretty big pit bull mix. At first we didn't get along very well because he is an old grumpy guy, but now he knows I'm in charge and we go smell stuff together or lay near each other. Sometimes I also steal his toy. Oh, his name is Trigger. We were at his house recently and he had a really huge rawhide bone. I like rawhide, so I took it. He didn't even argue, so ya we get along great now.
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