Man, I hate whatever this is that Mommis calls the heat. Of course I don’t want to go out in the afternoon. She gets these great ideas: “let’s take Buppy for a walk so I can get 1000 more steps.” That’s all I am to her–an exercise machine.
Well Sammy may like that, but I don’t. I, after all, am the son of Cash King of Cremes and his consort (for tbis litter) Alanna. Which reminds me that I gotta remind Mommis to send off that paperwork to the AKC.