Today my mom left really early. She made me go outside to potty before I was even ready to crawl out of bed! Then she came home all excited to tell me about LLAMAS. She said that I reminded her of a llama. What mom, seriously, we are the same color! We do walk on four legs, but I don't spit! My aunt told me that none of the llamas spit on her today, but Mia the llama did give her three kisses. That just made my blood boil, no one else is allowed to kiss my aunt-especially not a llama. Who did she think she was. The best part of the story is that after the llama llkissed my aunt, she started sneezing uncontrollably and had itchy watery eyes...I told her she should demand an allergy test. Hmmmmmm could she be allergic to llama llkisses? How convenient.
This cutie (that's what my dad says) is named Geves. I think he especially likes him because of his name-that's his nickname too.
This llama and I are making the same face! I sympathize with you buddy, I try to ignore my mom too. Mom, DO NOT get any ideas, I do not want that thing around my nose.
This particular llama llfriend is so cute. My mom loved his ears. I don't know what is so special about his ears, I do that with mine when I hear the word icecream. I just can't make them any longer, but mom you could paint them a different color if you wanted.
After hearing about the llamas, I had to wonder why I was not invited...then it hit me. I could not have participated because I could so jump over hurdles and walk through a tent. I could let my mom lift my hind legs (without kicking her). I'm not really sure about the pack on my back-Eskies are a little too delicate for carrying things on their backs. I could have been the best of show!
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