Meet Wolf

Today was the day after the day before. Lots of chillaxing. Basic walkies. I played with my presents and my balloon and the packaging paper that mum accidentally left on the floor next to the bed, tearing it into a thousand pieces. My new treats and chews were beckoning high up on a shelf. Sometimes I think mum is very slow even when I very clearly point out what I want.

This is Wolf. He came in the brown box from my best friend Dolly in England. I hope he will like it here. He is strong and brave and silent. I am happy to have him as a friend.