It’s a big bad world out there
It’s a big bad world out of the house even when you are protected by the boy. We were sniffing along the sidewalk, talking to puppies and wham. When I say wham I mean an evil little yellow and black fuzzy thing poked in on my muzzle. The boy called it a bee. I think a name should show its bigness. I will call it “fuzzyfirepain”. After I got the pokiness out of my muzzle, I started to puff up. Half my face looks like my green squeeky ball. But sometimes good things happen after bad, the girl came home early and we napped on the bed. Warm and comfy!
