Mom's daughter's bun in the oven turned out to be a boybee.
Everyone is excited and happy and thinking Blue.
I hope he doesn't chew up the lawn chairs and table legs like Jibby puppy.
I hope he comes when he is called. Not like Jibby puppy.
I hope he doesn't hang on my ruff or boop me with his nose. Like Jibby puppy.
Mom says not to worry. She says he won't be up off the ground for a long time.
I am not convinced.