This is me, Eli, and Abram, taken this morning. Eli is afraid to touch my head because I can be a bit snarky. I nip and growl. Despite his mother's incessant requests that he enter the gated kitchen wearing shoes, Eli takes his chances and enters the kitchen for breakfast barefoot. I nip his toes. He complains that I bite. I am a PUPPY and we BITE. Get over it! Even though he's a bit afraid of me, I love Eli. I know that once my frontal lobe develops and I gain the skill to control my impulses, we will be great friends. Today is Eli's 12th birthday. Happy birthday, Eli!
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