My grammy came to visit. She just can't get enough of me. She had to bring the dog with her.
He was not real sure about me. He did not like it when I would cry. When mom went to shower I hung out with grammy and Simba wanted to cuddle with me. Grammy decided to let him as long as he didn't lick me. He decided that I was OK. I think my first words might be "NO Simba!" I heard it a lot that night.
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