Bunny here at the keyboard, writing about some things I’ve been pondering.
There seems to be a serious case of puppy fever here at the house. It’s caused certain humans around here to be almost embarrassingly starstruck. I won’t mention any names. I’m a polite little hound that way.
From most of the talk I can gather, it sounds like we will probably be getting a little brother. I’m not sure how I feel about that, and after consulting with the rest of the pack, that seems to be the general consensus of all of us. I’m rather partial to my sisters, and none of them have ever tried to pee on me. Boys aren’t as polite about things like that.
My biggest concern is all the talk about the cuteness of this puppy. Personally, I’m not sure if we’re getting a puppy or a guinea pig at this point. There is only room for one cutest dog around here, and I believe that’s me. I don’t think that puppy is going to be able to pose for pictures like I can. I’m pretty sure that I was a much cuter puppy, anyway.
Does anybody out there have a cure for Puppy Fever? I am pretty sure that I am going to have to take drastic measures to make sure that we all survive this ordeal. Who knew that humans could be reduced to a puddle of goo over puppy cuteness?
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