This is what I look like

Hi my readers, I am Jose. Did you bring any treats for me? I’m just kidding, but did you really? I'm a little bit hungry, and I could use some more energy for telling my story. Moving on with the story. Once upon a time, I had a birthday, well of course I did. Who doesn’t have one?

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Anyways it was May 15th, 2013 when I was born. It was September 12, 2018 when I got adopted. I got adopted by a girl named Emily Watson. She was nice, and 12 years old. She also had a little brother named Lewis. He was 7, and he was so annoying. He smothered me too much, and he wouldn’t leave me alone for one second.

"Stop chasing me, please."

I didn’t mind Emily though, she was the BEST owner in the WORLD. She gave me a dog bed and water. I of course saved the best for last. She gave me the BEST food in the world. HUMAN FOOD! She was the best, and she loved me forever.

Emily adopted Jose on September 12, 2018

On June 19th, 2019 I found my dog treats sitting out and open on the floor, weird. It was a trap, I knew it was. I went anyway because I am sneaky, and I want a treat without having to work for it. They see a little dog and think, “They are small. “They don’t need a big treat.” They should have a little one-bite bone.” It is STUPID. We need a big big bone that would take us small chihuahuas a year to eat, because it is good to have a big big bone. We can munch and not have to be worked to DEATH for only a ONE-BITE BONE. I went up off of the comfy couch to get to the treat. They were testing my smartness. I can feel it! It was just a treat lying on the floor, but it was very weird because it was just there with no one near or in sight. One tip, the bone might look big, but it is small and ONE-BITE, WHY? The point is to get your chihuahua a big dog bone without making them do so many tricks. Anyways, back to the story. Where were we again??