If you have been hanging around my blog for quite sometime, you should notice that I'm not a stuffie mania. This brown ball might be the only one I have and I love him to bits. He showed my that he's not just a stuffie ball. Whenever I shake him vigorously, he will notify me that he's in pain by exerting a ringing sound. But most of the time, I wouldn't care-less. I've been wondering, after all this time of torment, why hadn't he died. He sure is one tough stuffie. Salute!
Mr. Grandpa had been complaining that the house is full of my junk. Ms Owner only have me alone, but yet it seems like there are 4 or maybe more dogs in the household. From the front porch, living room, kitchen, bedroom to backyard, you will not miss a dog item laying around the corner. So is time again for us to clean up some junk. Sob. Don't throw away my favourite rope!
Meanwhile, Ms Owner had been trying to get Dave crate trained. Every evening, he will be allow to come out from his vege-like cage to spread his wing. After 1/2 hour, Ms Owner bribe him with some food and there he goes into the cage. Ms Owner told me how well behave Dave was, but I'm not impressed. He just own a pea-sized brain.