This is not my summer playground. It's Jake's. But I think I should live there.
She was right. Why would he want to jump off the side? We only jump off the front.
Oh! Lookie here.
There was a lot of tomato bread this summer. I want some. Maybe I can have some now. Mama?
They patted on me and loved me and played with me. But I don't like it when they try to take my ball away. It's such hard work getting that ball!
Uh oh. My boy must have something in his eye. I like him. We get each other. Because sometimes, you just don't feel like being loved on. That's when I hang out with him.
My Papa makes up for the lack of boy snuggles.
He rubs my hips and it feels reeeeaaaallllyyyy good. They don't work so well anymore, and sometimes they just fall to the ground. That's why I lay like such a good boy on the boat now.
Some humans don't love me a ton. Auntie Jen would rather I just lay down drool-less a few hundred feet away from her. I love her anyway. I just let her swing with Patrick on the hammock...