My name is Tatum Blue. I am 7 years old. I love long walks, my tennis balls, my mama, my basket and my dog bones. My mama says I am a very good boy, most of the time. I can follow directions real well, tho I don't like to. I am a hound dog at heart. I like to roam around. Especially in my neighbors yards snooping for clues or a hottie new dog friend. Sometimes my mama doesn't understand. Single mamas! Always trying to be over cutsie with me. Dressing me up, taking my picture, showing me off all the time, making me do tricks out in public. (My favorite trick is turning in circles really, really fast!) Then sometimes she'll tell me no and what a bad dog, then confuses me by talking in that Berandet Peters cartoony mama's voice, calling me baby, kissing me all over and telling me that she loves me, and then she lets me sleep on the bed. Then in the middle of the night after "accidentally" kicking her off the bed, it's what a bad dog, back to your basket. Humans, can't live with them, don't ever want to live without them. Especially my mom!
