Mama thinks that she is in charge because she holds the Flexi. Silly woman.
You will be hypnotized by the incredible, overwhelming cuteness… stare at this button, you are getting sleepy, sleepy…
Hehehe. Mine now.
I am so sure of my ownership of the Flexi (notice all of the chew marks on the handle – MINE – and especially since they’re on the handle this Flexi must belong to ME) I can even look casual while laying on the sidewalk.
Yawn. Yes, it’s my Flexi, yes you all are under my spell and cannot resist the incredible cuteness. Yada yada yada.
And you know what this really means? That we are going to sit here, right in the middle of the sidewalk, until I decide when to walk. That’s right – I decide. Got it?
Love,
Bogart
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzz … I got it.
Luv,
Bel
Bogie, your “Airedalianness” never ceases to amaze us.
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Could that possibly be…an old flexie???? A retired Bogart flexie???? Seems to us we see a leash
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I can’t stop looking at that button nose….I’m yours Bogart!