I have commandeered this blog so I could post about something puggish. Like me. And my new toy, George.
This is George. My great-grandma gave him to me as a present last week.
I love playing with George. Mommie gave me George to play with tonight so she could take some pictures of me, and this is what I did.
First, as the picture above illustrates, I had to sniff to make sure George smelled like me. My Mommie says my toys smell gross because they get covered in slobber, but she doesn't understand that that's a good thing. That marks them as my toys.
Next, I chewed on George a bit. Just 'cause it's fun.
Then I decided to chomp on George. I love to chomp on things. Especially my Mommie's fingers. (She doesn't always appreciate that.)
Well, then George made me mad. See, George has this really loud squeaker and I hate squeakers. Whenever one of my toys has a squeaker, I do my best to kill the squeaker it so it stops squeaking. I chomp as hard as I can on the squeaker until it won't squeak anymore. But George's squeaker won't stop no matter how hard I chomp on it, and that makes me mad because squeakers are annoying. So I thought I should tug really hard on George and maybe that would get the squeaker to stop.
George flailed one of his arms and begged for mercy.
George was defeated. But I still can't kill that stinkin' squeaker. Maybe next time.
Shortly after Mommie took this last photo of me, I ripped off one of George's antlers and one of his ears. Then Mommie took him away from me so I wouldn't eat the stuffing, which is no fun because I really wanted to eat the stuffing.
I hope you're all enjoying your weekend as much as I am!
Love and Chomps,
Jane Austen-Eyre
