Stealth grows, well, annoying

pesty Stealth

I'll admit, here and now, that Stealth Panda's quest for world domination has gone to his head.  He's incorrigible on road trips.  He cannot bear to be ignored.  He will not be denied.  Here I've caught him competing for attention against my daughter's DS and headset (she's listening to One Direction).

Guess who won.

I realize he's got to perfect his tactics somewhere.  He's charming, sure, but he's still raw and untried.  The world might not allow him to dominate in his current state so he's ramping it up, as it were.  He's got a lot going in his favor: he's cute, cuddly, devours dust-bunnies and costs nothing to keep.  Not to mention his seriously fine attribute of easing tears and teenaged-frustration and the occasional bout of estrogen.  But he also knows, deep in that stuffie heart of his, that his days are numbered; he's just a stand-in for Xavier, the French Bulldog, and French Bulldogs are, well, alive.

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