On May 7th, I turned 7 months old. Look at this face. How can someone get mad at this sweet face! I always try to have these puppy dog eyes, just in case I'm in trouble for eating something I shouldn't. Like my bed. Yes, I tore my bed to shreds. Now I don't have a comfy pillow to lay on. And yes, I chew on the window sills. I even ate a wood block. Why must I have this addiction to wood and cotton? It's my drug! I need a rehab program I think. The warden is going to lock me up if I continue to do it. She's a hard head. I have learned that when she raises her voice at me, I better run and hide behind the couch or the chair, or under the table. She gets all weird eye'd and bent of out shape. I know when I'm in a heap of trouble! But for now, look at these puppy dog eyes. Aren't I just the cutest thing in the world?
The World According to Bella
Monday, May 10, 2010
7 Months Old
On May 7th, I turned 7 months old. Look at this face. How can someone get mad at this sweet face! I always try to have these puppy dog eyes, just in case I'm in trouble for eating something I shouldn't. Like my bed. Yes, I tore my bed to shreds. Now I don't have a comfy pillow to lay on. And yes, I chew on the window sills. I even ate a wood block. Why must I have this addiction to wood and cotton? It's my drug! I need a rehab program I think. The warden is going to lock me up if I continue to do it. She's a hard head. I have learned that when she raises her voice at me, I better run and hide behind the couch or the chair, or under the table. She gets all weird eye'd and bent of out shape. I know when I'm in a heap of trouble! But for now, look at these puppy dog eyes. Aren't I just the cutest thing in the world?
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