The little white mop dog is out in the yard, so I thought I would take over her Blog for a minute & introduce myself...
She has told you a few things about me, but she has not told the whole story...
Me & my Mom came to live with my Grandma & Grandpa (Abby's Mom & Dad) & , of course, the little mop dog, for a while.
You see, my Dad is in the Army & he went to some place called Iraq...So we are gonna stay here 'til he comes home..I can't wait for him to get home, cuz my Mom isn't as good at Tug-O-War as my Dad is...That's my favorite game...I'm really good at it, too...
I'm big & I look kind of scary, but my Mom says I'm just a big puppy...I like everyone...The mop dog gets on my nerves sometimes, though...She's a little crazy if you ask me, but she is OK, I guess...She gets really mad at me when I get near Grandma...The mop dog is insecure...What can I say...
Don't tell anyone, but I actually kind of like the mop dog...Big, strong, tough pups like me are not supposed to like little whiny, hoppity, mop dogs...But I can't help it...She is kind of cute...But still a HUGE pain in the butt most of the time...
I do love the fact that I control the dog toy distribution in the house...It's kind of like...If Rosco wants the squeaky toy - Rosco gets the squeaky toy...The mop dog has to go find another one...That's how it should work & that's how it does work as far as I am concerned...Now & then the humans over rule me...Something about being "fair"...
But anyway...The little white mop dog is about to come back in the house, so I'll let her think she has control over the Blog World...I'll stop by again, soon...
Oh...And Abby's Mom says Thanks for all the Birthday Wishes...Rosco....