Pinot Eberle

It’s about time that I started getting a little respect around here. I turned three years old on Monday and my parents are finally giving me my own room. I’m a little concerned about some of the furniture choices. My dad built himself his own little cage and I helped…

I helped build the cage.

And my mom bought me a nice white cushy chair, but she won’t let me scratch it for some reason. Maybe it’s because she’s starting to look a little cushy herself! I don’t know if she’s been eating some of my treats, but it’s getting harder and harder to cuddle on her tummy.  And don’t even get me started on some of the weird movements it’s making.

I’m really concerned about my parents’ internet browsing too; they seem to think pictures like these are really funny, but I just don’t get it…

http://cheezburger.com/6258364416

http://cheezburger.com/7066901504

And I know I’m their ‘baby’, but they sure do talk about me a lot lately. ‘Baby’ this and ‘baby’ that. I deserve the attention, but it’s getting a little suffocating.

Despite my weird parents, I think three is going to be a great year. I’m so glad nothing is ever going to change my world.