So that little rascal, they call my brother, yeh well … more and more he’s growing on me. I mean, he still chases me around the house, which I sometimes find annoying but he has also started to throw some of my toys for some “fetch time”. Unlike the older humans, who don’t seem to have the patience or stamina to keep the game going, this little guy doesn’t stop. Funnily enough, it looks like he has more fun than I do when he throws shit.
I may have underestimated this little guy, I think we’re going to be pretty good mates.
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