There are some animals that you look at.
There are others that look back at you.
Lewis was one of those. From the time he came home at 11 weeks old, he was a force to be reckoned with. Intelligent. In charge. Determined.
When men sat down on the couch, Lewis would walk up and stick his nose directly in their crotch.
To see who backed up.
|wasn't usually him|
|Less accomplices, more pawns|
|He never was a fan of posing with ZB|
|there appears to be a shortage of bowls|
|puppy must learn to remove ALL SQUEAKERS|
|the way corgs use couches|
|no buddy. mum's not ready.|
|until we can't|