Chewies

I'm back to tell you more about me.

Everything always seems to be about me. I am very special. It is always "Clover Clover Clover Clover... don't eat that shoe Clover, stay away from the mud Clover, get your face out of that bag of chips Clover...Clover Clover Clover" I think I'm some type of celebrity.

I hear my name all the time!

Because I am special, people often give me chewies. Although I like my Kong, and those tasty shoe things people wear on their feet, my favoite chewies are bull sticks, and something my foster mom calls dental treats. That sounds like it would be icky, like when my foster mom brushes my teeth, but it's not. Here you can see me getting treats. Unfortunately Jazzy thinks she should have one too, but really they are both suppose to be for me.