My Peeps

Before we go ahead any further, please allow me to introduce you to my most important peeps.

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Head of the crew is Bossman. He’s quiet but has a mean whistle that echoes off the baseball stadium when we’re at the park. He confuses me and certainly keeps me on my toes. At any moment, he can unleash a surprise attack on me (i.e. flipping me over on my back and holding all of my legs together) or present me with a scrumptious slice of salami. Who can tell?! All I know is that he’s the boss and when he walks into the room while I’m on the couch, I know it’s time for me to get the f*** off.

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Second string in the crew is The Girl. She accompanies me on my daily walks and has many nicknames for me. She likes to flash me in the eye with her camera and gives me lots of hugs (which I hate) and scratches (which I love) throughout the day. When it’s time to ride in the car, she lets me sit shotgun. Score. I think she’s just a sucker for my stunningly good looks.

Man, she’s persistent.

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I went to a BBQ today with The Girl and Bossman and met a bunch of other dogs and a certain little pigtailed girl who kept following me around. I can usually shake off little monsters but she was persistent and even crawled under to the table to find me. At one point, Bossman held me in his lap so that she could pet me and play with my tail. That was fine…until she grabbed by balls. That was not cool.