“Cookie” #107
This is my sweet, sad,
pleading look. When I want to,
I can look like a pit bull.
I have tremendous energy and
can jump over a six foot fence and I run like the wind. Sometimes
I get so into running that
I lose myself
and I have to wait for the dog-catchers (police)
to pick me up. Then Anne or
Joe come get me at the police station.
All in all it’s a lot of fun.