Over the next few days, I got to discover some really cool stuff about my new home and pack family. There's a nice, new deck and back yard I get to hang out in (and poop in)...and lots of rocks for me to try to eat.
I went and had a checkup with my new doctor, who looked in my ears and listened to my heart. They weighed me and I weighed 11.4 pounds. I'm a lean, mean, slobberin' machine! I met a couple super big dogs there. I was a little scared at first. I mean, one was a standard poodle. Who wouldn't be scared!? But then I wanted to play. My doctor said I was in excellent health and asked if I was going to be a show dog. Which must mean I'm extremely good looking. After we got home from the doctor, I settled down for a little nap.
Guess I was pretty tired. Mom said I was "sawing logs." Whatever that means....
Mom got me this great thing to chew on. She calls it a Flossie, but I call it tasty.
She also got me this other cool thing to chew on called a Windee. She said it's a beef tray-key-aah, but I really like it. It must be really rare cuz it only comes around when I ride in the truck.
Okay, okay. Mom says I have to take a nap now cuz I'm getting grumpy. Whatever.... later dudes!