I have about 100 owners, but I love each of them the same. They all call each other “brother,” though they look nothing alike which is weird. I think I must be a brother too because I live with them in a big house. The house is usually very loud and messy, but I don't mind. I usually start my day with a walk when the first of my owners wakes up around noon (we all love sleeping in), we go to very crowded places. I get belly rubs from all the ladies on campus, they think I'm so cute. This makes my owners very happy. I am the ultimate “wingman”…whatever that means.

After my walk, I usually see most of my owners leave to places called “work" and “class" they don't seem to like going to those places very much. I don't like it either because then I am alone in our very big house. But when they leave I can eat whatever I want! I usually lick up all the puddles in the house if I'm thirsty. The floor is always sticky so I always like to help clean up! There are usually goodies laying around like food under the couches and other tasty things under the beds and on the counters and tables.

When my owners get home they always yell and are happy it's the “fricken weekend" and are ready to “party."

I think parties are fun because a lot of girls pet me there, too. I think I am the life of the party. People like to take pictures with me at these “parties" too. I am most happy when the parties are over because there is usually a big mess for me to help eat … er… help clean up. But the best times I have had as a “frat hound" are just bros chillin' with the bros.

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