I don’t know how to say this except to just come right out and say it. I’m a big, furry, magnificent deal. I mean, my name is PRINCE for crying out loud! They don’t just call people Prince for no reason. You have to be a member of a monarchy, or a guitar god, or a really handsome two-year-old pupper like myself. I can’t play the guitar as of yet (though I’m not ruling it out entirely. I’m more of a drummer myself), but a fun fact about me is that I am a bit of a soccer prodigy. Seriously! Never had one lesson, and I can kick my big blue ball all over the back yard like you wouldn’t believe! Up the fence, down the fence, across the yard- Beckham’s got nothing on me. I’m clearly superior to Dave on account of having double the legs he does, and the advantage of a really powerful name. I don’t doubt that there’s nothing I can’t do once I chill out and get a little direction. I could act really dang regal if I had someone to show me the ropes! It’s just so hard sometimes, having all these awesome puppy ideas and this huge, fuzzy, 100 lb. vehicle to accomplish them with… so maybe it might be a good idea for me to go someplace where I can have the spotlight and not share it with another pup. And maybe my next palace shouldn’t have the really little people inside. I love them, but they’re kind of like speed bumps on the highway of my puppin’ sometimes. I’m going to be work. But think of the payoff! I'll love you harder than you could ever imagine, and hey- with me around, your house will be real palace! I'll make you royalty!