Day 13

Today I am 11 weeks old. Mum keeps rocking in a corner saying " I'll never have kids, this puppy is to much" Sweet, more attention and love for me!
Not much news to report, Mum and Dad keep trying to get me to go down the big steps. Duh, why would I do it on my own when Mum carries me.
They also got this spray that makes all my favorite chew toys taste icky. Now how am I supposed to chew up the foam on the sofa!?