I am Swirl.
I’m a good boy.
A few days ago, I had a problem with some towels.
And then there was a string of cloth napkins. There aren’t many of them left. When I ate the one from the seventies with the poofy flowers, there was a lot of yelling. I guess it was the last one. I didn’t know. But it probably wouldn’t have changed anything.
They give me little dabs of peanut butter and tiny treats in my chew toy. I like that. So I chew it a lot. But the red hoodie was just laying there on the bed and I couldn’t help myself.
I only ate part of it.
I didn’t eat this part. I spit it out. Well, not spit, but got rid of it before it went the whole way.
I thought that was wise. I’m trying to be more discerning.
I left part of the old napkin at the dog park. Well, not exactly. It got picked up and put in a poop bag and then I heard them talk about how it was the same blue they remembered.
It was like reminiscing, I think.