Foster Mum's busy bringing home more bacon so I'm blog boss today.
A few weeks ago, Sugar came to stay with us for a few days.
Talk about Diva.
She wouldn't play with me.
"That's because I don't like upstart puppies."
I'm not an upstart puppy! Sugar the booger.
"Don't call me that. Poo pie."
Am not infinity!
"Yawn. Talk to the paw."
Anyway, as I was saying, before I was so rudely interrupted --
-- we mutually turned our attention elsewhere.
Get the pitbull!
I got a leg.
"Dibs on the ear."
2 against 1. Sounds like fair Formosan Mountain Dog odds to me.
"Mommy, I'm scared."
It wasn't long before Phoebe turned up her toes.
So then we turned our attention to the big boy.
Boomer put up a good fight.
But he was no match for us.
It wasn't long before he crawled his way to his den and buried himself.
We are victors.
This house belongs to us.
And Sugar the booger --
-- finally succumbed to my charms. They always do.