May 17 was my birthday, and I was 4! I am a big boy now, whether Mecki knows it or not! Rigby's sister came by with presents for me-cause she understands that I am awesome!
She brought me a squeaky toy. Usually I am too cool to play with squeaky toys (plus my mouth is small so I have trouble squeaking them). But Mecki was around, so I grabbed it and brought it to Mecki's bed (really my nest where I bring all the good stuff and guard it like a dragon's treasure)
See Mecki is already coveting my toy!
My new squeaky toy is JUST the right size! Mecki grabbed it once but Mom got it back for me.
The problem is that Bastille does not appreciate a squeaky toy. Once you get it, you test out the sound to annoy him (Cause his mouth is too small to squeak a toy). Then you shred it and eat all the evidence!
I also got tiny little biscuits -cause Grace is worried that since I don't chew I might choke. Mom made me share them with Mecki-which isn't reallly fair!
See, Bastille completely took over my bed. It's so unfair. He takes all the toys and piles them on MY bed and then guards them! Very selfish and totally unbrotherly.
Playing with my new squeaky! Mom put it upstairs in my crate so that Mecki wouldn't destroy it!
