My new treat

I am so excited, I mean, so really truly amazingly excited at the superawesomeness new treat my parents give me every day. A frozen ground beef meatball. Supposedly it's this cool raw good-for-me kind of treat. But I gotta tell you, it makes my mouth water and my nub wag every morning. Dad gives it to me right before he leaves... there are some mornings I just wish he would leave early so I could get my meatball on!!

He's out of town right now, in this hick place mom calls Bentonsmelle or something like that. She makes up funny names for everything. Miss you pops! I was good today. Sort of. Mom took me on an errand and I ran right out the door into the street because my favorite pal, you know the one, Neighborbunny? Well, he was outside, again -don't his parents worry? That fraidy cat ran away...again. Right into the street too, didn't even look. What does he think I'm doing to do? Eat him? psssft. hmmmm.