Five weeks: Quince!

I’m the baby.

They couldn’t even take my picture sitting up because all I want to do is be held and as soon as you put me down I try to walk toward you and then I fall off the bad bad stump and that’s so mean to babies.

If you walk by the box where I live with an obscene number of siblings and brother-uncles, the others will be happy to see you, but I am the only one who will bark at you until you pick me up, and then stare adoringly at you because I am the baby.

This is what I look like, sort of; you can’t really see my face well because I am trying to use the Force to make people pick me up.

My tail is the one that was born bent. People told me that it would straighten, and it did.

Unfortunately, it straightened the wrong way. It grew in a tiny loop. It looks like I am trying to sign my own name with the end of my tail.

But everyone knows that what I am actually saying is please let me be your baby.


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  • Reply priscilla babbitt September 26, 2011 at 10:38 am

    Oh yes you are the baby! True the baby needs to be noticed and picked up always!!! what and adorable face you have Quince i wish i could kiss it and see your awesome tail!!!! By the way my Frankie barks to be noticed and loved on too , so i know the type… precious..and obnoxious all in one package!

  • Reply Jeri September 27, 2011 at 1:04 pm

    I will take one of each, please.

  • Reply Kim September 27, 2011 at 4:36 pm

    Hello? knock knock knock… Is this thing on? You’ve forgotten someone!

  • Reply Ron September 27, 2011 at 7:51 pm

    I don’t see Puck. Something happen?

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