Who You Callin' Little, Punk?

My peeps were expecting company last night so I sprayed some doggie perfume on my bad self. Put a dab behind your ears and the ladies can't get enough. Combine that with overwhelming cuteness and a sexy personality and you're killer, man. Plus, I ate my breath mint and stole Kaya's so I was minty fresh.

Apparently my sweet fragrance wooed the mate of the hottie that came over. He was amazed by my studliness, but then he said he wanted to check out my LITTLE thing! LITTLE?! Grrrr.... It's proportionate to my size, buddy!

His wife was totally into me. I couldn't resist copping a feel, if you know what I mean. She might have protested, but I thought the lady doth protest too much! It was probably just because that guy was around. She was all about the Hobster. Petting my head, rubbin' my ears. I am irresistable to the ladies.

Too bad this site isn't scratch and sniff. Ah, it's just as well. You'd be overwhelmed by my sexiness.

Later, Hobie fans.