A man and his chewy

Overall, I am a very friendly soul. I have a super high tolerance level, I don’t mind being picked on, picked at, pounced on, and the like (all traits of my baby sister) BUT when it comes to my chewy…..WATCH OUT. When mommy and daddy pull out those rawhide delicacies, all I see is a rolled up chew stick of pure bliss. I literally run around the apartment to find the perfect spot to plop down and indulge. I always end up on mommy and daddy’s big bed, not only because it is comfy and a supreme watch tower but mainly because little sis cannot jump up that high and drool on my one and only chewy.  MMMMM.

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