My favorite thing is Mom.
Jib's favorite thing is Frisbees and chicken thighs and Mom.
Zoe's favorite thing is Walkies.
Mom takes us all on Walkies every day. We go early when it's still cool.
I hold Zoe's leash. Mom holds Jib's leash. And Mom also holds MY leash, but I'm not sure just how.
Mom carries lots of good stuff in her pockets. She has cheese bits, peanut butter cookies, kleenex for her drippy nose, pooper bags, and sometimes something that smells big and yummy. She says that's why she looks fat in her sweartshirt.
I hope she's not fat. Fat means string beans and pumpkin and rice cakes and not so much chicken and breakfast glop.
I am NOT fat, either!