Well hello there. This is Blue, Roscoe’s better looking and astute younger brother. I decided to hijack his blog today in order to respond to his rude and unjust comment I am a wimp. It was actually rather easy to distract him. He is incredibly simple minded. All I had to was look out the window and bark. He now has his snout glued to the window, drooling over himself, trying to figure out what was so interesting. Geez he is so easy. He is probably looking for a squirrel. He always wants to chase the squirrels. How utterly boring.
Back to the important topic – me. I am not a wimp. Just because I choose to not to get my feet dirty or to smell like wet dog after running around in the snow, does not mean I am a wimp. In fact, it just means I have much more class than that hooligan dog. I like quiet evenings, snuggling under the covers (preferably Egyptian cotton), and a nice warm fire. If anything, I am a romantic. Just ask Chloe. She has the hots for me and just swoons over my charming disposition. That ruffian dog Roscoe has nothing over me.
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