I have decided that I enjoy being "challenged" for my dinner. So often, I look longingly at my KONG when Mom and Dad put out my meal. I will be sure to keep you updated on my newest foibles. But most importantly, I ITCH!!!! And every time I try to lick it or scratch, someone yells at me. Mom keeps checking my tummy area, but I'm not allowed to put my head there. So when they put that pesky plastic cone on me, I just run around whacking it on stuff. Then they feel sorry for me...I have great faces (see side). Dad made sure that I got a shot, too. So now they think that if I decide to be friendly with a rattlesnake, I will be protected. I suffer, I tell you! The bottom picture is me supervising the Smithsonian Fire Department's 12th Annual Chili Cook-off...
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