Baby Ike: "Why, he looks like a delightful, fluffy-yummy little cream puff! OM NOM NOM!"
Yes, Baby Ike uses the word “delightful” frequently. After all, he is the spawn of the Nicest Mommyblogger In DA WURLD, right?
(That doesn’t mean he won’t eat your head off like crazy if given the opportunity. Practice head safety whenever you’re around zombie babies and don’t let ‘em lull you into a false sense of security.)
(Insert The More You Know rainbow here.)
And you're surprised why, exactly?
Caught on tape! Hand in the till! Hand in the till!1!!
Honest to jebus though, he LOVES fruit. Bananas, mangos, apples, and ESPECIALLY Larabars. I’m a fruit bat, you do the math, lady.
Something is very… not normal with this “dog.”
Lemmy is clearly one of those little dogs who suffers from having a Big Dog sense of self. And no, I don’t see this getting him into trouble in the future at all, why do you ask?
(Insert your own dog-on-dog action joke here.)
Sometimes I look at Lemmy and think, there’s no way that thing is a dog. I mean, LOOK AT HIM. He’s a freakin’ stuffed animal of a Muppet masquerading as a canine. I’m on to you, Fruit Bat Stuffs. This charade can only go on so long…
And of course nothing stimulates a nice, healthy appetite like a look of abject terror.
Slow cooked to seal in the juices!
But if you eat me, whose unskillfully hidden indoor poops will you clean up? DID YOU EVER THINK OF THAT?
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