Ball! Food! Ball! Food! Life is great.
People always ask about my name, so I'll tell you! I think it's silly, but the human I live with named me after a character in a comic book because a little boy named Squee lives next door to a crazy homicidal maniac and Squee has a little stuffed bear named Shmee who protects him, just like I'm supposed to protect my human friend. But I prefer licking.