Since I've been home, I have had my Mom and Dad wrapped around my little finger, feeding me every couple of hours, making sure I'm "fresh" down there and telling me how sweet I am. Pretty good gig I've got, don't ya think? I've had lots of visitors and loved all that attention too, of course. I've also got a sweet nickname "Super Cole" thanks to my Grandma Pethers. It's cause I was born during the Super Bowl. Get it...?
I'm now going on my 9th week. A few weeks ago I made Mom happy and started smiling and cooing (for real this time, not just when I had gas.) Since then the camera hasn't stopped flashing in my face. Here are some of my finer moments.
As you can see, I'm quite the charmer. But it's not all fun and games. Here I am hard at work during one of my exercise periods of the day. It's tough work to keep this bod looking so good but a man has got to do what a man has got to do, know what I'm sayin'?
Well it's getting to be dinner time for me. One last picture before I go, this is me and my Grandmother. Mom caught us having a real heart-to-heart.
Don't worry, I've got lots more great pics but I have to keep the fans wanting more. So until next time... LOVE YOU ALL!!
1 comment:
Hey, Cuz, wassup??
Now, you're cute 'n all, but don't go gettin' too big of a head or nothin. You got a lot to learn, especially from me. First, you got to steer clear of my lady-types. Stick to the arctic Michigan ones. I'll keep to the ones down here. We'll call it our little "Mason-Dixon lady-type agreement."
Your big cuz,
General Sgt. Poopypants Thomas Jackson
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