Who Needs A Dog?

Who needs a dog for a pet when you have ... a Coke can?

Mommy bought a 12-pack of Coke for Grandpa and Daddy to drink this week. Well, I tore off the cardboard to get out a single can...and that single can of Coke became my buddy for a day. I was so gentle with my buddy that Mommy suppressed her fear of it exploding all over the carpet...and let me have my fun.

I read to my can of Coke.

I made my can of Coke take a nap.

I helped my can of Coke look out the window.

I kissed my can of Coke. And I pretended to drink my can of Coke.

I pretty much loved my can of Coke all day, and then it went in the fridge to be enjoyed later. I forgot about it after that.

Love, TJ


(p.s. No cans of Coke were harmed in the making of this blog.)