...she really does. She tells me all the time and even sends me pressies through the pouch. Oh, and what's so neat is that I always know when there's something for meeeeeeee. Yippeeeee! I can tell because John, the pouch man, has a silly grin on his face and sometimes I can tell just by the way the pouch smells. Ya know what I mean? Er...in case you were wondering, that's my rear end and tail you see. Sonia couldn't even get the pouch open all the way before I hopped inside. I just KNEW something was for meeeee. :o)
This time I got some pretty tasty chewy bones. One's chicken, one's beef and one is "old fashioned" so I guess it could be just about anything, maybe. I already ate half my beef one, but the other two seem to be kind of plastic stuff. Dunno...I'll figure it out, though.
Thanks, Auntie Leslie. I really LOVE you!
Mary-Margaret
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