Mom

That's Mom. She is more strict than Dad especially when it comes to going outside and playing in the dirt. But at home she is a lot of fun. Here she gave me an empty bottle of Coca Cola to play with and chew. She has magic in her fingers. Whenever she pats me, I fall asleep. When they sit together to have food at the table, Mom always feeds me something from their dish. Dad doesn't do that. He does but he is whimsical. Sometimes he doesn't. Then sometimes Dad eats all the food himself instead of sharing. Mom believes in sharing and if Mom is there then I am sure of getting my share of whatever they eat. All the same she doesn't give me everything to eat. She says that some things are poison for me. She objects vehemently when I hunt and eat flies. Dad doesn't mind. When I was small, I hunted a lizard and ate it. She cried the whole day and Dad had to console her. Everyday she makes my food and feeds me.