 This little guy came to me as a rescue. I planned to keep him until I could find him a new home. The longer I had him, the more convinced I became that I could not part with him. I thought from the beginning that he had been one of the little babies that I had hand raised at the shop. I have been trying to find out if this is true but I haven’t been able to as of yet.
I will keep trying.
Baby is such a smart little guy. He has a huge vocabulary.
A few examples: the usual, Good Morning; Night Night; Bye Bye; Love You; Give Me a Kiss; and Step-Up. Some of the more uncommon: This is good and if he really likes something, like a little honey on toast, it is: Umm, This is Gooood!!!; It’s Cold Outside (but only in cold weather and the door is opened so that he can feel the cold); Go Beddie-By (at night when he is ready to go to bed). His latest: Cool-it Baby. Then there is: What’s the matter Baby?, Heart Attack!! He screams this when he is excited and shouts it several times; Thank You (when you give him something), Your Welcome (when you thank him); Baby is a Good Boy; Hello; Whatcha Doing?. He Laughs; and he does Raspberry...
One of his most recent I heard was when we were coming home from a camping trip:
Yabby dabby doo! My own little Fred Flintstone!!
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