Token here. Would you just LOOK at the size of my sister?? We went to the poking place again. They took pictures of our bellies. They said Bailey made 8 puppies. I made 5. I was way smarter that way, because my puppies have lots of room to stretch out and move around and I am not so huge. Why just this morning, I was agile enough to launch off the porch, roll in the mud and rain, then chase Bailey’s kids around for a while! She can’t do that. She can barely walk! And the humans are fussing over her constantly. She’s sooo needy. No wonder they made her litter the “Fairy Tale” litter. She’s a little princess. And she’s stealing the computer…

    Token, I am just more efficient, growing as many little darlings as I can. It will be worth it, you’ll see how perfect they are. And Mom and Dad fuss over me because they love me. You’re in a crate because you’re just in the way. Although I wouldn’t mind if Mom stuck that beeping stick up your *** a little more often like she does me. That’s just not fair. And I am cranky. Because I am huge. But, I have more puppies, so :oP. And, I’m going to have mine first, that’s why I get the better theme. They say I can have them any time nowPlus, they know my puppies are awesome already. Yours might all be like Chance.

Dear Bailey,

This is Token. And I just hacked your blog.

Do you think I can’t read? You are WAY fatter than I am, even with your stupid “I’m a Princess” act and refusal to eat anything. You just wait until Mom falls asleep and I steal the camera. I am just trying to do what is best for my children, eat as healthy as I can instead of all that extra junk you eat. I mean, Beggin’ Strips are no way to raise children. And you better watch out when our babies do come because if you don’t love yours, I’m going to take them and care for them myself…because unlike you, I realize I can pick up my babies! Can’t believe you never figured that one out.

Well, I have not been good at keeping you all up to date this time! But in my defense, I have not been allowed to roam free quite as much as before. It’s like the humans don’t trust me.

I am DEFINITELY pregnant again. Mom took me to the vet a couple of weeks ago and they pushed on me with that awful probe thing and said they saw babies inside. I’ve decided I’m good with it. My sister, Token, is also pregnant, so it’s been fun to have a buddy. We play together a lot and I definitely look better than she does (posted a picture of her…OMG she is fat!). Plus, I get special food every single day. Token just eats whatever she’s given…I keep telling her if she’ll act like she isn’t hungry for like five seconds, they’d give her something special, but she has no self-control. Me? I pick at it and they either give me some delicious mousse or duck and potato roll…YUM!

Mom hasn’t been feeling well, so I haven’t gotten as much of her attention as last time and I’m not real happy about that. She was gone for a while on Monday and came back with holes in her. Dad said she had surgery. My daughter, Stella, tried to lick her wounds earlier today and got yelled at. Glad it wasn’t me. I tried to warn her mom can be a little touchy sometimes. So anyway, poor Token and me haven’t gotten much attention and everyone has just been focused on Mom. I hope she’s okay, especially since I think these puppies are getting pretty big. Mom did tell me I had 17 days left. I’ll have to try to remember that. And I’ll try to push it to at least 18 just to mess with her.