My name is Elvis, I'm a six week old Boston Terrier who belongs to some humans. I love my new home. I have the most fun chewing on the little one... She seems to want me all to herself and gets yelled out a lot by the bigger humans because she never gives me any room. I know how to handle it, I chew on her finger a little bit and she goes off crying. She's doing a lot better, though.
Before I went to sleep last night, I heard my two big humans talking about another dog named Junior. Apparently, Junior is coming from a rescue. So if he is Junior, does that make me older or what? Still not good on math but I believe he's older but yet they call him Junior. LOL He may be older but I'll be the King. My name is Elvis, I'm no Junior to anyone. HA!
My human momma has been talking about buying me this leash she saw at some store. It's pink... If she buys me a pink leash and collar, I'm just going to have to go nibble on her! I'm a boy! I want spikes and studs! My name is Elvis, I'm the King! She better not!
I hear my human telling me no so I better get off of here and enjoy my kingdom before Junior comes... Got to rest up to show him who is boss!