This is not a drill - where are the marshmallows?

Hi, y'all! This is Tini, AKA the Marshmallow Queen. I don't know why they make such a big deal out of me loving marshmallows! They are only the most diabolical, delicious, tastiest treat ever invented. *tummy growls* I swear that wasn't me craving more marshmallows! Moving on...

Well, I am loving my life after racing! There is this awesome guy here who is totally cool. He calls himself my trainer, but he is more like my best friend. Besides, I don't even know what a trainer is. What I DO know is I have him wrapped around my paw. All I have to do is sit, down, stay or jump, and this two-legged specimen (called, I believe, a "human bean") gives me a marshmallow! He even gives me one for laying on a bed. But that's not even the best part. When I show him a smile and roll on my back, he gives me a belly rub that is to DIE for.

He is teaching me a lot though, like how to go up and down stairs. I was a bit hesitant at first but caught on quickly. After all, what kind of Queen would I make if I didn't know how to make a grand entrance doing a slow, dazzling stroll down a staircase, graciously acknowledging my loyal subjects, catching their marshmallows in my jaws? Hey, before you judge me for being high maintenance you should know I learned how to put my collar on. Even a queen has to do some things for herself. Now, if I could just figure out where he keeps those marshmallows...

Until next time, hash tag it up with #KeepThoseMarshmallowsComing

Love, 

Tini