Friday, December 9, 2011

I am a trainee.

I love jumping, I love biting (just for play though), and I love fighting.
But all might be past tense sentences ...
Because, they got a trainer for me!
After my trainer talked with Mom and Papa, they have been acting very pushy.



Look at this paper ... this is the document that proves I am in the school.
Even though I said that I didn't need it.

Do you think that I should eat this paper?
No, I don't think so ...
Actually, I kind of like my trainer.
He is cool, and not a hick like my Mom and Papa.

Can you see me?
I'm in the enclosure.
Papa put me in!

But usually Mom takes me out when I put on a sad face (an easy act).

Mom said, "No, starting today we are going to be stricter ..."

So I looked at her with my killer eyes.

Then I got free!
I like sticking with them all the time.
I am happy if I am with them, anyway.







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