Some people call my brother Ranger Danger..I am beginning to think that may have to be what I call him. When I met him in the hospital he got me my first balloon and just wanted to hug and love me. However, when I got home the first few weeks he thought I was a chew toy, claw sharpener, etc. etc. He has been much nicer to me in the past two weeks or so. He helps my mom by taking diapers to the trash, putting bottles up, and he even helps feed me (even though he does try to push the bottle down my throat sometimes). I do love him and I know he loves me too!!
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