
My birthday was December 1, 1999 and that makes me 9 weeks old
now. As of last week my weight was up
to 8lbs. 11ozs. But I am growing into a big girl … FAST. I bet I have gained a few pounds already.

I stay busy all the
time. My favorite things to do are
chewing on my pillowcase, eating, sleeping, chewing on one of my bones,
scratching, helping in the garden, digging, chasing the squeak toys, chewing on
mom’s shoes, licking dad’s face, eating the hairbrush, napping, chewing the
back out of that chair in the corner (it took a while for anyone to catch on to
that one), eating paper whenever I can get a hold of it and stealing socks.

I went to the vet last week
and it was not as bad as you might think.
The Doctor was really nice. They
give you lots of treats at the doctor’s office and everyone thought I was
really cute. One lady even said she
could tell I was a girl from across the room just cause my face was so pretty
(I liked that). The vet said he could
tell I was going to grow up to be a wonderful dog (but he might say that to
everyone). I had to take some medicine
cause I have hookworms but they should go away easily enough. Otherwise I was very healthy. I am going to go back to the doctor next
week so I can get another shot and take some more medicine. I can’t wait.

Mom and Dad got some kind of
gate thing to go in the bathroom door.
Whenever they leave or go to sleep they lock me in there. For the first few days I did not know what
to do about it but lately I have found a few ways around it. The other day they came home to find the
gate knocked down. I bet they still
don’t know how I did that. Last night I
found a way to climb over it. I even
remembered to bring my favorite chew toy (the one they only let me have when I
am locked up) with me when I jumped. I
didn’t have water for a while but it was worth it. I loved running around the house without anyone to say “NO” or to
take the really good chewing stuff away.

I have been learning so much
since I moved here. We practice all the
time but I don’t always know what I am supposed to do. “Sit” I understand and when I do it right I
get a treat. I don’t know why mom
leaves when she says “Stay” but I just follow her and hope she will give me a
treat for it. I have gotten really good
at going potty outside. As long as
someone is taking me outside when I wake up I almost never make a mistake. When I do make a mistake I try to make it in
dad’s office. I don’t get to play much
in there so I figure it is the safest place.

Every day when mom is home I get to spend a few hours helping in the garden. Every time she pulls a weed out my job is to attack it right away. I could do this for hours if she would let me. Today we watered all of the other plants. I tried to bite the water but it did not work the way I thought it would. The only part I don’t like about the yard is when we rake. I hate that. Come to think of it I don’t like sweeping either. Dad said “just wait till we break out the vacuum but I did not understand what he meant”.
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