As I mentioned in my last post, we've had a lot of company the last couple of weeks. I am not allowed at the table during dinner, although I let them know I'm still around so they don't forget me. After dinner I was allowed to the table for dessert. I got to have delicious ice cream, but no Bailey's.

After dessert it was time to work off that ice cream. Here I am playing tug of war with Chris. Can you see the calories pouring off?

Look at this picture. I look like the big bad wolf. Chris put up a good fight but in the end I walked away with the rubber toy.

All this excitement was just too much... ZZZZZZZ

Bye for now.
Looney-tunes