Tough Enough

Geraldine got her first set of needles this week with Mom. When they got home Mom kept telling her how strong she was for not crying. The first needle barely phased her and the second only brought a single squawk.

When Dad got home he started the same thing over again. How proud he was and how she was a brave, strong and tough little girl.

I don't get what the big deal is. If I had those chubs on my thighs you could use me as a pin cushion! I'm constantly barking at suspicious looking men, trying to chase squirrels, cats and raccoons. Where is my praise for being tough and brave?!

You win another round Poozilla.

Cornhole clogged.