Okay, I snuck out of the fence so I could just lay here and look adorable. The visitors to the pound never seem to want puppies. I hear them saying, “First, too much work, need to potty train them, dog classes, they grow too big, look at those paws! Dog beds, not even talking about food, can you imagine how much he’ll be eating in six months? Then there’s the vet, toys, leashes, too much, I tell you!”
Today I have a plan. I’m going to lay here, being my most lovable self, ready to lick small faces, and hope.