As some of you may be aware, my parents went and visited a stray this past weekend. Mommy had been harboring some doubts as to whether she was ready to care for a mangy mongrel (since Daddy never helps). Any hope that I had that she would get cold feet evaporated when, at a rest stop on the way to see the stray, my parents came across a seven week old pug taking his first trip home. It just so happens that a seven week old pug and my Daddy have the same size bladder. Had Daddy held it, I might still be an only pug, but since he could not hold it I shall now have to deal with a new sister rather soon.
This is very similar to what I shall soon have to contend with. This little guy is named Frank, and he represents everything that I hate about the world ... namely that there are things that may be cuter than me.
Daddy was trying to barter me away for Frank, when that did not work he offered to throw in the Stray. No deal was reached and Mommy said that he could wait a month and half. Daddy pouted, kissed the strange puppy (traitor!!!) and went about his business.