THE TERRIBLE TERMITE TERROR
|I didn't do this.|
When Mom got up to clean up the piles, I begged for play time. I put on the cute face. Sawyer did, too. She got out my favorite toy. The S-Q-U-I-R-R-E-L. (It has to be spelled because if the word gets spoken, I must bark!)
|Disgusting gummed up thing.|
|Sawyer loves the squirrel, too|
I let Sawyer chase me for the squirrel for a little bit, then I let him have a turn.
But now, I want it back.