An invasion has been cramping my style.
I wasn't aware that I had a style.
It appears that my nap-filled, snack-munching, Bolt-watching days
have been interrupted by an invasion of some little rascals.
Mom and Dad call the little rascals
"Niece" and "Nephew", whatever that means.
Napping has become increasingly difficult.
Luckily these little rascals are quite tasty!
I keep getting my paws checked out.
Maybe he is trying to give me a pup-icure!
On the bright side, snacks seem to fall from
their little hands quite easily!
So I've been hanging out in the kitchen whenever they are there.
The best part is the hugs!
Awwww, love you too, Dude!