Hey, y'all, it's me, Mitch. I haven't really been here lately because I've been on snugglin' duty with mom. She's pregnant for the second time. The first was when she was about to have me.
Okay, well, that's a little story we tell in our family. But it's time for me to come clean with you. You see, I am not born of woman. I'm actually born of dog, and when I was a tiny puppy the humans who owned that dog who had me took me and all of my biological brothers and sisters to the Humane Society, where my mom and dad found me and I charmed them with my lopsided ears and by chewing on my mom's jacket. The Humane Society was actually pretty nice (and sometimes when I'm being super annoying my mom and dad say that they're going to take me back there, but I know that's just a joke), and the cool people there took care of me and all of the other dogs.
There's only two things I could say bad about the Savannah Humane Society.
1. They named me Chico.
2. They also love cats.
But in everything else, they're the bee's knees! They even have a thrift store upstairs where I like to donate all of my used toys and collars and where sometimes I'll go buy some stuff.
And I just found out from my Aunt Cassie last night that the Savannah Humane Society is in a contest to win $100,000, and we're currently in first place. Now, here's what I need you to do. Vote. It's super easy, and all you have to do is enter your email address and then verify that your email is real. I mean, just think of all of the bones and treats and collars and beds that the Humane Society could provide to other dogs. . .and, fine, cats too. . .if they had that kind of cash.
So go vote. Do it for all of the Mitchell Pancakes and Henry Parkers (I can swallow my hatred of cats for a hot minute if it means helping lots of dogs--plus, Henry's my cousin and I kind of respect him because he has to live with Fletcher.)
You can vote once a day from now until Halloween. So what are you waiting for?
Click here to vote for the Greater Savannah Humane Society.
Don't make me get up in your face and bark.
Okay, well, that's a little story we tell in our family. But it's time for me to come clean with you. You see, I am not born of woman. I'm actually born of dog, and when I was a tiny puppy the humans who owned that dog who had me took me and all of my biological brothers and sisters to the Humane Society, where my mom and dad found me and I charmed them with my lopsided ears and by chewing on my mom's jacket. The Humane Society was actually pretty nice (and sometimes when I'm being super annoying my mom and dad say that they're going to take me back there, but I know that's just a joke), and the cool people there took care of me and all of the other dogs.
There's only two things I could say bad about the Savannah Humane Society.
1. They named me Chico.
2. They also love cats.
But in everything else, they're the bee's knees! They even have a thrift store upstairs where I like to donate all of my used toys and collars and where sometimes I'll go buy some stuff.
And I just found out from my Aunt Cassie last night that the Savannah Humane Society is in a contest to win $100,000, and we're currently in first place. Now, here's what I need you to do. Vote. It's super easy, and all you have to do is enter your email address and then verify that your email is real. I mean, just think of all of the bones and treats and collars and beds that the Humane Society could provide to other dogs. . .and, fine, cats too. . .if they had that kind of cash.
So go vote. Do it for all of the Mitchell Pancakes and Henry Parkers (I can swallow my hatred of cats for a hot minute if it means helping lots of dogs--plus, Henry's my cousin and I kind of respect him because he has to live with Fletcher.)
You can vote once a day from now until Halloween. So what are you waiting for?
Click here to vote for the Greater Savannah Humane Society.
Don't make me get up in your face and bark.
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