After a long, long week of napping, pooping, hanging out at home, taking baths and sleeping, Pollard was exhausted. He couldn't quite seem to shake those nasty shots so we took him to the Trott's for a dip. And that's where he put on this show.
"Ahhhh, this is the life."
"That's the spirit, Mom! Thanks for the cold brew."
"Mmm, Corona Light...this is great..."
"Foamy and delish. Thanks for holding out on me, this tastes delightful"
Naturally Pollard had his first beer at the Trott's.