Don't tell mom. . .

So this week, my mom, Rhys and I are 'babysitting' my cousin Pi. This is him.

I have to be honest. Pi is my downfall. At first, (read the first two days) he was just a pest, all up in my business and trying to steal my Kong. But after today, I may have had a change of heart about the little lug.

Today we shared a Jolly Ball and he didn't even try to mount me like I was one of the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. We played tuggy and he didn't rip any pieces off of my face, all whiskers STILL intact. (This is me, winning)

Pi's mommy and daddy are going to 'Get hitched' and go to 'Grease' and I can't imagine why anyone would want to do either of these things, but if that means Pi can stay a few days, I guess it can't be all that bad.

Just don't tell mom I am enjoying having another dog around. Sure, its all fun now that she is chasing him around with the shutter machine, and cleaning his ears instead of mine; but when it comes right down to it, I am her little baby, and always will be...

OR ELSE.

P.S. Congratulations Uncle Jason and Auntie Dawn!