Brawn

Daddy says I have a lotta the brawn but not a whole lotta the brains. I don’t really know what this means.

Here’s what I do know:
I like to box.
And chase.
And wrestle.

I eat my food faster than Honey and Aiden.

Also: I like to eat rabbit poop.

When I eat ropes or pieces of my blanket, it’s hard for me to get it to come out of my butt. When this happens, I drop flat to the ground and put my ears back. Then Daddy pulls it out for me.

Maybe this is what it means to have a lotta brawn.

Or maybe it has to do with me being sexy as shit.