Wrestling

Remember way back before I was born? Dad and Norah would wrestle. I would hear them while I was inside of Mommy's tummy, and I would wish I could come out for wrestling time. Remember?

Well, today it happened. Dad, Norah, and I wrestled. And, it was all I hoped it would be! What fun we had. When the wrestling was over and we were resting, Norah let me chew on her "jingles" (a.k.a. tags). Jingles make great chew toys.

(My buddy Norah is a really good puppy, but, still, Mommy and Daddy would never let me wrestle with her unsupervised.)