He loves so much to draw and sometimes even forget that I'm just there waiting for us to play together ...
Sometimes whenever he stares at me, I think that he will throw a ball for me to grab in the air and show-off for him. But then he looks back and go for his notebook, and stares back at me like a child scribbling ...
Sometimes he talks to me with in a very strange and weird voice; I fell a little afraid of the way he does that. There are times I do not understand why after he gets me and he seem to regret it because he immediately dry me up with a nice smelling towel.
He taught me many things of his little world like sit, stop, dance, run, pee in right places and to play ball - that I enjoy so much!
I can state here that he really loves his drawings much more than me because he is always there playing with his notebook....
