You know, I might weigh about as much as my new foster brother's head, but I got mad skills!
I can frogdog with the big boys.
I have perfected the art of cute snuggling.
And if someone is eatin' cheese, I'm first in line for a share.
Plus I can snooze straight through thunderstorms, unlike that funny black dude who's hiding in the corner and drooling all over the floor. Big dogs are wusses.