Matching the Pillows and Eating an Antler

Hello everyone. This week, I wore a shirt and tried to chew on an antler, and one is a little more dramatic than the other.

Let's start with the shirt.

On Tuesday, I was dressed in a lovely shirt with little bears and clovers on it. I loved it. For one, I always like to advertise that I am a bear, and I also like to wear clothes. In other words, this shirt was one of my favorites. However, a pillow in my living room bed (one that Rosie likes to take over, but that's a story for another time) had the same pattern on it. This led to me blending into it a little bit in the photoshoot that the Katie did, but that's okay. I still looked great!

This leads to my trying to chew on an antler. Before my photoshoot, I was chewing on an antler that me and my sisters share. (It used to be Pizzelle's, but she didn't want it, Rosie only chews on it every other month, and I only want it when others have it.) I had suddenly realized that it tasted good, and I decided to give it a good chew. Anyways, for the few minutes that I was posing for pictures, Rosie took the antler! I was not happy about this. In fact, I tried to let her know about my displeasure through some well timed grunts, but Rosie didn't care. Thus, I was sad and antler-less. To deal with my sadness, I sat and squeezed a few tears out of my eyes until the Katie picked me up. (Note: If you ever need sympathy, just look pathetically sad, and the humans will think that you look pitiful enough to pick up and hug.) I need to find another antler that Rosie can't take though. Maybe I'll ask Rosie where she hid the other one since she clearly isn't using it.

Anyways, that's all I have to report for this week. I will see y'all next time, bye!