So today's blog is gonna be kinda tough for me to write. I mean...for those who read my blog, and admire my floof, and enjoy knowing about my life may be surprised to learn something about me that I've been tryin' to hide, even from my Mom....so, here it goes.
I know in past blogs I've talked about not having much in common with my big brother, Dizzy. Truth is, he doesn't like me much. I thought if I chased him enough, and bit his neck enough, and tormented him enough, he might eventually become my best pal. Turns out, Mom says annoying someone all the time isn't the best way to make friends. Who knew???
But, now that I'm getting older, it turns out that Dizzy and I are actually....starting.....to.....get along. ???????!!!!!!!!????????!!?!?!?!?
I'm just as amazed as you are. Really.
I guess we DO actually have some things in common....like helping Mom scrapbook....
And napping on the ott-o-man...
I guess it's not so bad havin' Dizzy as an older brother. But do me a favor, would ya? Don't tell him that.