I'm like a therapy dog. Not a real one, because those (dopey) dogs have to walk past THREE bowls of food to get certified. But if you're lonely, or if you need someone warm and fuzzy to snuggle with, or if you run TWENTY ONE miles and just want someone soft to comfort you - I'm your man. I mean, I'm your dog. This weekend my Molly ran for 21 miles. All at once! If I find out who was chasing her I'm going to bite them - hard!
I hung out with her and Mike all weekend. I ate a lot of carrots. I don't know why.
My mom says the 'stuff' that comes out the back end of me is very, very bright orange. I say it's none of her business. Kind of a personal thing to talk about, you know?
When I'm with my family I give it my all. Mom took this photo of me as we drove OUT of the driveway at Molly's! I'm going to nap now... I'm exhausted!