I have found my next calling. This weekend mom and I were watching Cobra Kai. It was my first experience seeing what it means to be a Karate Kid. I believe that I could be the next Karate dog, but I know training must start immediately. Mom took me for a walk to check out the little libraries, and I got to practice my jumps on and off the curb. My challenges also included helping stack the sticks to learn balance. Mom was cleaning up the yard and I helped the only way I knew how by getting in the way. I am most definitely getting stronger. However, mom makes me move my little legs so fast to keep up on the walks. I hate doing this and I start my slow-mo Chlo walk. She says I'm out of shape, but I think my hotdog shape is perfect. Training must continue.
Other than improving my endurance, I am ready to learn the kicks and growls. I might even add a bite. I have been yearning to use my chompers since it has been quite awhile since the great bunny hunt (I'll have to tell that story another day). I will fight with honor unless someone is coming at my mom, and then it will be game over. Chlobra Kai will come out with a series of growls, jumps, bites, and kicks. The enemy will not know what hit them, but it will be a little blur of fur known only as Chlobra. Now I need a headband to complete my ensemble.
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