My Brand New Chewy

This is me.

I is having a nice rest on this blankie.

This is me after I gotted my BRAND NEW CHEWY!!!

I has a chewy, and it is MINE!!!

Getting a new chewy is one of the best things in the whole of the entire worlds. This one smells like Target, so I now must work very very hard to make it stinky, just like the insides of my robust mouth.

However, this morning I, Reuben, has gotted in trouble with a different chewy. Having a new chewy made me remember how much all my other chewies is MINE. I was hanging out with Red Chewy on the big bed when Daddy went to pick me up and carry me downstairs. Certainly I is big enough to walk up and down stairs. I just prefers to be carried.  But not this morning, for when Daddy came in to scoop me up, I thought he was stealing my chewy and I bited him real hard! And even he was bleeding (on his hand). Everyone had many upsets, and when I saw just how many upsets they had, I began to feel a sorry kind of feeling. So I went to Mama and sat on her, but she no would even give me one belly rub. I must has done a Very Bad Thing.

Please to not put me in the bath for this Very Bad Thing.

Mama had to carry me downstairs, since Daddy was bleeding on account of my bitings. Now, all of these dramas happened with Red Chewy. When I got downstairs I remembered about New Blue Chewy. So I picked him up and tooked him outside with me, and he stayed in my mouth while I did my morning pee. I broughted him back inside and I no dropped him until it was time for foodstuffs.

If you tries to take this chewy I will try to no has so much blood this time.

For further proofs of how much I loves my chewies, please see Exhibit A and Exhibit B. Also this should tell you how much I loves New Blue Chewy: it is many many hours and days later, and still I is chewing on him. In case you was wondering, it is very hard to type AND chew ferociously at the same time.

I is watching you, potential Chewy Stealer.