“Mom likes to call me ‘the little guy.’ So I’m here on the blog to set things straight. I may be little, and yes, I do hide under pillows on the bed when dad decides to vacuum (have you heard that thing? it’s scary!!), but I’m a big kid now. One time, I barked at my cousin Clyde so ferociously that I propelled myself backwards. That was a rookie mistake. I’ve learned to take more initiative with my bark and hold my ground. I now bark at big dogs, little dogs, and ducks (just in case). My motto: no fear. And if that doesn’t work, I’ve perfected this face. I think it says, ‘Don’t mess.’ Talk to my toy turtle if you think I’m kidding… he doesn’t have any stuffing left, and I’m still not done with him.
Well, that’s all for now. I’ll be back later.
Winston Gyllenhammer (p.s. Grandpa thinks it’s funny that I have a last name, but I’m practically a person, so it’s ok).”
4 comments:
OH my goodness! That made me laugh out LOUD! So loudly in fact that John had to immediately come over and inspect what was so hilarious.... Love you Ruthie, and Winston Gyllenhammer too ;)
Awwwww this is too cute! This post definitely had me missing my dog Sugar who was a toughie too. =)
I loooove this post! And that picture is priceless!! You are a great writer and Winston is a cutie...er..ferocious beast! ;)
Leslie
www.freshoutoflemons.com
Ha! This is great! I love blog posts from the dog's perspective! Ehem, I mean, WRITTEN by the dog!
:)
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