Yes, it is all true. Last night Daddy brought us an Ingrid! He says he wants her name to be Greta; my big sister Leah says it should still be Ingrid. I don't care what her name is, 'cause I call her BEAUTIFUL.
She is two years old (I is a old man with a floppy tongue). Ingrid had a surgery on Thursday, so she is still a little sleepy. Of course, I am sleepy all the time. Last night we snuggled up on the couch with all our people and no orange kitties. I does have a jealousy though - Ingrid whimpers when she no can find Daddy, and I no understands why she no whimpers for me! My majestic tongue can be intimidating I think, so I will give her some time to get used to my floppy tongue joy.
|This is how much I loves her!|
We has big plans for today. Mama and Leah will take us to the park for adventures! I no can wait to show my new girlfriend everything that is mine: my telephone pole, my tree, my other tree, my fire hydrant, my bridge, my bush, my pile of rocks, my other bush, and of course every herb plant in the front yard. I hope she doesn't think they are hers, because they are mine. MINE!!!
I still is a little growly towards Ingrid, a little bit. She is taller than me, just like every other dog in the whole entire world. Also she may be a spy. I must protects my family at all costs! But I am joyful to has another wiener dog in the house, especially one as beautiful, soft and sweet as Ingrid.
|And here we are again, and - wait.... where did that orange kitty come from? It's my couch it's my couch it's MINE!!!|