I tried to play dumb and distance myself from the evidence.
But Fig and Tad weren't here, and the only other cohort in crime could have been the boy. But Motch didn't think he'd entertain himself ripping my toy; his idea of entertainment is battling it out in some war game on the computer.
So I confessed because I've been told that confession is good for the soul.
I'm an eleven pound Boston Terrier who loves to play and chew. Born on JULY 14, 2007, I was taken to my furever home on November 11, 2007. I live with my mom (Motch) and dad (P.A.) and my boy. My niece is Fig and my nephew is Tad and they belong to Massah.
And this, friends, is the story of my life as it unfolds.