So the biped says to hold still so she can get some practice shots. I understand that I am her baby but trying to pose like a human baby is complicated and I feel stiff.  As torturous as this is, I did get a yummy treat.




I am your friend, your partner, your defender, your dog. The biped is my
life, my love, my leader. I will be yours, faithful and true, to the
last beat of my heart. The biped owes it to me to be worthy of such
devotion.  Now fetch me a squirrel!