It doesn't get much better than this.

A nice, warm bed. A soft blanket to snuggle in. The warm sun on my face.

Life is good.

Babies love me.

It's true.

I was the only toy that could make Miss C. happy when she was a baby and now I go everywhere with Master W. We hang out in his bouncy seat. We go for rides in the stroller. I even get to ride with him in the car.

I've got crinkly hooves, soft fur and a squeaker in my tummy. What more could a baby want?