The lengths of our walks is directly related to the length of Patches' tongue! The longer we walk, the more obscene his tongue becomes. I don't even know how he fits that thing in his mouth.
I tried to tell Patchy that if he listened to mama, and didn't pull so much on his leash he wouldn't get pooped out so fast. I mean, I could walk all day if allowed...because I take my time and stick by my mama's side...who let's fast it, doesn't walk that fast in the first place. Patches and me are a like the tortoise and the hare. You don't need to be a rocket scientist to figure out who wins every race!
Oh, and I finally found this "Spring" that everyone is talking about! I don't know Spring so well, so I ate it.