So my mama is sick, and I took care of her all day. And by taking care, I mean I cuddled with her, eated her cough drops, and slapped her face this morning because she was breathing funny. I did look at her in the bath, too, because she was in there a long time. But I could not stay in that room too long. She might bathe me.
But she felt good enough tonight to put me in a new shirt she bought me! She buys me puppy clothes and baby clothes and makes me wear them. I don't mind. I consider myself a fashionista of puppy apparel.
Emily says I should wear it to thanksgiving and be a proper gentleman. I say to that: I'm one already!
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