I'm Big

Mom is always telling me how big I am. She calls me big girl, and sometimes refers to me as plus size (which I think is just plain rude; I have a phenomenal waist line). Her friends often call me a horse and say she should put a sadle on me and ride me around. People say I'm too big to sit on laps, which isn't true. Here's proof....

Anyway, I don't think I'm big. I'm actually very sure all these people are wrong. I'm just your average dog who obviously fits beautifully on a person's lap. Regardless, mom doesn't buy me normal tennis balls anymore. She's says my giant block head is so large, that when there's a tennis ball in my mouth you can't even see it, and that I look silly trying to pick up something so small. None of that is true, of course. I can pick up tiny little things like the green food mom calls a pea just fine. I don't like to eat those things, but if mom drops one, I still pick it up and carry it around a bit. Mom laughs because she says I make funny faces. I DO NOT MAKE FUNNY FACES! That's not the point though. The point is that mom gets me really big balls to play with. I like them a lot. They're really fun. I'll bring the ball back once or twice if mom throws it, but it's not that fun. I don't get why mom likes that game so well. I prefer to lay around and chew on the balls mom gets me instead. If mom tries to take it I get up and walk away. I don't like her to take the ball from me. If she says "let go," I will, but I'd rather not. Here's some of mom's favorite pictures of me and my ball.