Mom says that sometimes I remind her of an otter, especially the one she read about when she was younger in a book called Ring of Shining Water. She always laughs when I roll on my back and chew on something that I'm holding in my front paws.
This morning when she let me out of my crate, I ran under the tunnel that the comforter makes when it hits the floor. When we went outside it was all frosty out and I ran around making the grass crunch.
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