I thought that after the day when we get presents and gifties, the fat chihuahua would be gone because that would be like a great gift to me.
But she is still here. She is going to be "adopted" one day, and the lady says that I need to be "patient," because Cherry Pit is in the same place I was when I was waiting for a home at the Barn. I am trying so hard to be a good foster brother.
Here is me taking Sour Cherry's bed. It is just the right size for my bottom.
Like a good foster brother, I have to show her that what's hers is actually mine. Even though you can't see my face, I am grinning.