Oh little Rhys, look, I promise, I won’t hurt you. You’re just so furry and fluffy, you remind me of my stuffies! I just want to use you as a chew toy! 
Oh, don’t get offended, come on, don’t hide behind your Mom. Trust me, it’s nothing pawsonal.
I do it to all of the small dogs in the park, you know, the ones who are lovers and not fighters, the ones who don’t want to wrestle and bite me on the neck?
Your Mom is pretty cool for bringing you around, not once, but twice! I’m glad she’s not afraid of my extroverted pawsonality. So are my pawrents.
Rhys, did you notice I don’t try to chew on your big brother Dillon like I do to you? I never got to meet Spirit Peyton, but something tells me he and I would’ve gotten along great.
Little Puppy Lesson for the Day: Here’s a tip for you kiddo; stand tall like Dillon, and bruisers like me will leave you alone!
Uh oh. Mom says I have no bidness teaching you how to be a dog, when I can’t even control myself. I better shut up now, or she’s never going to let me go to the dog park or play with you again!
Later dude.
How aewsome you three got to get together and play. Too bad Barney had already left Colorado. I bet Wyatt could have caused some damage. But then again, maybe not — he’s starting to be so well behaved, I bet he would have loved Barney as much as Dillon and Rhys.
So, did you all get to run around and play together… or did you just want to eat Rhys? He is adorable… just like a big stuffed toy! 🙂 I’m sure that Wolfie would have liked to chew on him too!
Angel Jake and Wolfie’s Mom
You better watch out Wyatt I am going to see you many times before this summer is over. I am going to make you adore me!!!! Maybe if I bite you on the neck you will respect me like a big dog!!!
Rhys
Wyatt, don’t hold it against me that I have a little rugrat brother! I think if you gave him a chance you would really like him. We stayed at Grandma’s house and our aunt and uncles wanted to eat him too (they are huskies)! See you this weekend!
Dillon
Damage? Me? Nah, I’m just a lover in a big bruiser boy body. And I just can’t help it when I see fluffy golden dogs who look like my stuffie toys, something just makes me want to take them by the neck and shake them all around! Maybe this weekend we can try again Rhys? I promise to be nice 😉
Oh how lovely to see Dillon and Rhys with you Wyatt! And Rhys – almost all grown up! Adorable.
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Hi Handsome Wyatt: It’s great you are learning that size isn’t everything in life! I met a Mastiff, too, his name was Hagrid, and he weighed two hundred pounds, but was so sweet. He just wanted pats and hugs. Some day, you and I will get to play.
Your friend in Carlisle,
Cat Mom, Eve