It's nighty night time, and what a miracle, he's asleep! Of course, that does not mean he will not wake up about 15 minutes before I want to turn out the light, and want to play. Look, he still has his pig belly! What a guy, my Punk. That is his new training bra, just like the Pickle's, except hers is pink. That turned out to be not my best idea, as it is now looking rather dingy. Maybe I will get her a matching bra. Punk's is still a little big for him, but I expect him to put on a couple of lbs in the next couple of weeks. Nevertheless, he is a little guy, a true toy. Which doesn't mean he isn't all dog. He now barks with the Pickle at the neighbors as they wrestle their garbage cans down the driveway by the side of our yard. And, like the Boo before him, he is in love with the front porch, now that the weather is clement and we can have the front door open more often. Okay, not a lot of excitement around the little yellow house. What did you want? Drama? Try TNT.
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