But my pals call me Silly Willy, and if you give me a belly rub, I'll let you do the same. ;)
My pack leaders (aka Momma and Daddy), looove to take pictures of me with their little flashy box. I think it's called a "Lemmegethecamera". I may be one year old now, but I've only had a family for the last couple moons. So I am new to a lot of things in the human world.
Like the coffee bucket. When it wakes up and opens its one red eye, he starts to gurgle and growl at me when I try to eat my breakfast. I tried to scare the coffee monster away, but Momma made me stop. I still don't like him.
Sometimes I have nightmares about scarier places, with meat-eating bugs and sad hounds howling all night in cold cages. I try to run and whimper when I can't get away. That's when Mommy or Daddy always wakes me up with hugs and pets. If my pack is still awake, I might be lucky enough to lay in someone's lap and get snuggled. That's my favorite.
Biscuits are also my favorite.
Dog Biscuits, People Biscuits, Triscuits or Scones: I love them all.
The crunchier the better, except when it comes to blankies; then the opposite applies.
Oh, and I must not forget TENNIS BALLS! Dunlop perferably.
This is Wilford (Mr. "Diabetus") "Silly Willy" Biscuit Brimley signing off.
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