Mr. Gosler (aka The Tumbler)

Mr. Gosler is one of my favorite pals of Dad. Mr and mrs. Gosler came over for dinner last night. We had steak from the grill.

After dinner Mr. Gosler started barking like Greta, our dog. Dad told him to “sick him!” Then Mr. Gosler got on the ground with him and started barking more. It was so crazy! Then mrs. Gosler kissed me on the head and said, “This is when all the good little boys go to bed.” Sheesh, thanks purple-teeth, but I’ll be 11 in August!