Hey everybody, my mom's been super busy lately, and she's neglected her dictation duties. Well, we're back...and I'm longer (and cuter!) than ever :-)
I celebrated my 2nd birthday roundabout the first of the year, and I guess I still have a lot to learn. I hear Mom tell her friends that I'm still a puppy, and that I probably still have a couple of years before I start to act like a big dog.
Oh, well.
Sometimes I just can't help myself, like today when I jumped after my favorite
toy (a tennis -ball dumbbell thingy that squeaks...love the squeaky ones), and left a big
muddy pawprint on her new shirt.
Or like yesterday, when we were coming home from a walk, and I saw one of the neighborhood kitties, and I wanted to play with him, so I tried to run over to see him...and I just about broke her finger...I really do try!
On the good side, she does always tell me what a good dog I am, and how cute I am, and she
gives me lots of cookies and tummy rubs. I really am a good dog :-)
